Home life ceases to be free and beautiful as soon as it is founded on borrowing and debt.
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.
I see something that seems like standard fare, that I can imagine any number of actors playing, and I'm generally not interested.