"Never shall a tinhat Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Tales in their ear Love you for yourself alone And not your Elwood air."
(See, I'm filking Yeats for you.) The solution is simple, of course:
"But I can write fiction again And set such colour there, Brown, or black, or carrot That ljlers in despair May love me for myself alone And not my Elwood air."
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Date: 2004-11-16 07:06 pm (UTC)Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Tales in their ear
Love you for yourself alone
And not your Elwood air."
(See, I'm filking Yeats for you.) The solution is simple, of course:
"But I can write fiction again
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot
That ljlers in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my Elwood air."
Meanwhile, look at this.