Far called our navies melt away
On dune and headland dies our fire.
Lo, all our pomps of yesterday
Are one with Nineveh and Tyre...
There's that word again- pomp. It always makes me think of summer clouds- enormous, solid-seeming, impermanent.
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We sat in the front row, holding up a phone to record the talk. Harvey warned us he danced around a lot. And so he does. The rock 'n' roll…
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