But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded, but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry.
“Some people, however long their experience or strong their intellect, are temperamentally incapable of reaching firm decisions.”
“When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.”