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   Those masterful images because complete
   Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
   A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
   Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
   Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
   Who keeps the till. 
 
       -- W.B. Yeats, The Circus Animals' Desertion