Just because I've graduated doesn't mean I can't do this anymore

From today's Maureen Dowd column about the Sopranos finale:

"After references in three shows to Yeats’s “The Second Coming” — the last allusion to the rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem by A.J. at the diner table in the final scene — the least Mr. Chase could have dished up was some “mere anarchy.”

Surely, after eight years with this family, we deserved some revelation better than “Life goes on. ... Or not.”

The only revelation was that Mr. Chase and James Gandolfini are keeping their options open for a Sopranos movie. Leon Wieseltier, the literary editor of The New Republic and a Sopranos aficionado who liked the might-or-might-not ending, tells me I made too much of the foreshadowing of the Yeats poem.

“It’s overused to express unhappiness,” he said. “If you’re at a restaurant and you want linguine and they only have manicotti, we’re slouching toward Bethlehem.” "

Mr. Wieseltier--the answer is no. Just no.

William Blake

Since I've inflicted his madness on myself, I'm going to inflict him on you.

The shiny:

"...Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love

With intellectual spears; & by long winged arrows of thought."

The sexy:

"Embraces are Cominglings from the Head even to the Feet

And not a pompous High Priest entering by a Secret Place."

The silly:

"(I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.)"