attack_macaque

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.

--William Butler Yeats, "A Coat"

I love Yeats, especially when he's being particularly catty.