This was posted on the Trib site and fits nicely with the ‘Ferguson Effect’.
From W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming:
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
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.
Always a favorite. Well at least since My college days.
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