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@specgoldbug - many thanks, always loved Seinfeld...hysterical....my ex-wife and her first husband had a Comedy Club in the Village in NY, and he was an early guest....she knew them all....Chris Rock was always the last to come on stage ....very late....he was just too dirty....too foul mouthed...
but unfortunately I am reminded of a great poem by Yeats (end of Post).
I think that passion and intelligence are often inversely correlated...I saw this clearly in the recent election campaign and a Party of which I was a hanger on, from even before its formation.
Of course the they had no grasp of leadership, realpolitik, strategy or tactics, despite the fertile ground for their cause (the ALA). Before I prove this point in a famous poem by Yeats (The Second Coming)
...I screwed up with BAR....my own fault...poor trading.....very poor...if you have any other fertile ideas...would be more than grateful.
Here’s Yeats' “The Second Coming” in full:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?