A man who deals in harmonies, who only matches stars with angels, or lambs with spring flowers, he indeed may be frivolous. But a man who ventures to combine an angel and an octopus must have some serious view of the universe.
“Science, the agile ape, may well
Up in his tree thus grin and grind his teeth
At us beneath,
The wearers of the bay and asphodel,
Laughing to be his butts,
And gathering up for use his ill-aim’d cocoa-nuts.”