On page 196, V quotes William Butler Yeats poem, saying, "This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos... 'Turning and turning in the widening gyre, the falcon cannot hear the falconer. Things fall apart... The centre cannot hold.'"
I actually had to analyze the poem, "The Second Coming," earlier this semester for my English 285 (Post-Colonial Lit) class. Here it is in its full-text:
- Turning and turning in the widening gyre*
- The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
- Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
- Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
- The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
- The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
- The best lack all conviction, while the worst
- Are full of passionate intensity.
- Surely some revelation is at hand;
- Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
- The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
- When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
- Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
- A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
- A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
- Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
- Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
- The darkness drops again; but now I know
- That twenty centuries of stony sleep
- Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
- And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
- Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
*gyres (n.): 1. (as used by Yeats) two, spiraling geometic forms (cones, technically) that intersect; symbolizes the inevitable movement of time; everything (all time and space) is contained with the gyres; used to represent dualities (like peace vs. war) 2. (as used by Lewis Carroll) used in "Jabberwocky" and Through the Looking Glass; Humpty Dumpty says that a gyre goes "round and round like a gyroscope"
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