temporary periods of joy"
For a sense of what Yeats means, visit here. It is, all at once, lovely and tragic and funny.
Happy St. Paddy's day!
I know. Not yet. It's March 17. But, you wouldn't know it from all the hoopla and parades here in Morris County. Ms. Conroy and I had Corned Beef and Cabbage for lunch today at the Nautilus Diner in Madison. It was, as always, FABULOUS - just as I remembered it this time last year. Since tomorrow is The Sunday of the Passion, and I don't eat meat during Holy Week, and since I also keep a solemn observance of Holy Monday (the actual date of the Feast of St. Patrick), well, as for me and my house, we will celebrate today.
Just a little something more to prove Yeats' point.