It must have been quite a match-up; Yeats, on the other side, was the stereotypical bespectacled poet-boy. No doubt some throw rugs were seriously disarranged before it was all through.
tsk. tsk. What a brouhaha. Two scrawny intellects fighting for command of an esoteric lodge. I would have loved to have seen that. The pair with their dukes up, insulting each other's poetry....
