Just in time for Fat Tuesday!
I like Yeats.
Actually, I love Yeats. Little pink hearts appear over my head whenever I think about him.
But right now I don’t care for him over much.
Mostly because, while his prose is simply delightful and his poetry feeds the soul, the logic in his essays does not help me develop my thesis. In fact, it confuses my thesis. And, as my thesis is supposed to be on him, this is an issue.
So I decided to get into his head by means of food. Afterall,you are what you eat. And if I eat something Irish, then I will be better able to understand Yeats, right?
See? My logic is already better than Yeat’s is!
To this end, I offer you,
Irish Cream Cake!
Interspersed with Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and…
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