Thy subtle breath
Shall flow like incense in between our cheeks,
Where pleasure seeks
In vain a wiser happiness.
The book was, in fact, a subtle and eloquent parody of the intellectual parasitism of the critic, and much of the delight lay in the knowledge that both the errors of play and the articulate nonsense of the commentary were so arcane that most readers would nod along in grave agreement.
As for the rest we wait till the world changes and its reflection changes in our mirror and an hieratical society returns, power descending from the few to the many, from the subtle to the gross, not because some man’s policy has decreed it but because what is so overwhelming cannot be restrained. A new beginning, a new turn of the wheel.
Susan Johnston Graf, W B Yeats — Twentieth Century Magus
“There is no Eros but Eros, in that none are so hot and wet and fast and strong and deep and piercing and brilliant and subtle and creative and corrosive and tyrannous and subversive as Love.” T Polyphilus: Vigorous Food & Divine Madness