Captain Haddock wrote:It would appear that in spite of wicked Tory austerity, people have loadsa money to buy new 'stuff' - mattresses, sofas, fridges, tyres, flat screen TVs etc but can't be arsed to dispose properly of that which they are replacing.................
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
Yeats, too, had outlived his imagination. But rather than return to old themes, he gave up.