He imposes orders as he thinks of them, As the fox and snake do. It is a brave affair. - Wallace Stevens

A substitute for all the gods: This self, not that gold self aloft, Alone, one's shadow magnified, Lord of the body, looking down, As now and called most high, The shadow of Chocorua In an immenser heaven, aloft, Alone, lord of the land and lord Of the men that live in the land, high lord. One's self and the mountains of one's land, Without shadows, without magnificence, The flesh, the bone, the dirt, the stone.

Nothing had happened because nothing had changed. Yet the General was rubbish in the end.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.