Bork wrote, "He (Yeats) can hardly have forseen that passionate intensity, uncoupled from morality, would shred the fabric of Western Culture. The rough beast of decadence, a long time in gestation, having reached its maturity in the last few decades, now sends us slouching toward our new home, not Bethlehem but Gomorrah".
Yeats poem begins:
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
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."
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