There was a kind Lady called Gregory,
Said, ‘Come to me, poets in beggary,’
But found her imprudence
When thousands of students
Cried ‘All we are in that catégory!’
There was a kind Lady called Gregory,
Said, ‘Come to me, poets in beggary,’
But found her imprudence
When thousands of students
Cried ‘All we are in that catégory!’
“We seem to be in the trough of a wave; there’s a huge wall rushing towards us with a white crest, and I just hope that we can ride to the top of it and maybe see something — a larger, more interesting world — on the other side. On the other hand, we may be swamped. We’re living in very interesting times but, at the same time, deeply uncertain ones.”
J. G. Ballard