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"Life in the particular always,
dozens of men in the street.
And the perennial if unimportant problem
of getting enough to eat.
So blow the bugles over the metaphysicians,
let the pure mind return to the pure mind;
I must be content to remain in the world of apperance
and sit on the mere appearance of a behind.
But in case you should think my education wasted
I hasten to explain
That once having studied the classics
you can never really again
believe anything that anyone says and that of course is an asset
in a world like ours;
Why bother to water a garden
that is planted with paper flowers?
O the freedom of the press, the late night final,
tomorrow's pulp;
One should not gulp one's port but as it isn't
port, I'll gulp it if I want to gulp
But probaly I'll just enjoy the colour
and pour it down the sink
For I don't call advertisement a statement
or any quack medicine a drink.
Good-bye now, Plato and Hegel (and I would add Epictetus
and Clausewitz and Lawrence and Grey),
the shop is closing down;
They don't want any philosopher-kings in England,
there ain't no universals in this man's town."

Thank you.