You ask, "What sort of man
Was this?"
—No worthier than
A pendulum which makes
Between its left and right
Involuntary arcs,
Proving from morn to night
No contact anywhere
With human or sublime—
A punctual tick, a mere
Accessory of Time.
His leaden act was done,
He stopt, and Time went on.
Cecil Day-Lewis.
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