THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The Winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not�-Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
William Wordsworth (formerly of Grey Healthcare)
That is truly something.
ReplyDeleteand the guy was at an ad agency?
It's funny how any people in our industry are really very different from the game we're supposed to play. and still we can't seem to get this industry straight and honest..
no, i was joking.
ReplyDeletethe poem is by william wordsworth, from 1802 or something.
i just need to do things to make me laff.
well, that makes me blush, and i should, thing is i knew i had heard the name somewhere. i was just about to google it when i decided that perhaps it's another vonnegut. several geniuses have been in advertising at some point. like you.
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