"Have No Anxiety At All"
She had, as usual, reason on her side. I've gotten upset, a lot. I'm pretty much the opposite of phlegmatic.
But I don't see much point in contemplating cracked mirrors, or taking my cue from Yeats:
"...The mirror crack'd from side to side;...Like quite a few other folks at the time, Yeats was getting over the Great War. Since then we've survived another global war, McCarthyism, the Beatles, and leisure suits. I won't enjoy my country's 2016 presidential election, but I'm pretty sure we'll survive that, too....
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott...."
("The Lady of Shalott," Tennyson (1842))
"...Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
"Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand...."
("The Second Coming," William Butler Yeats (1920))
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