Not feeling much righteous bile or satisfaction today as many people are; ultimately it’s just the death of a pathetic old lady. Instead there’s a sadness for the society we could have had if she and her kind had never been born or come to power. More Shipbuilding than Tramp the Dirt Down. There’s two lines of poetry that have been in my head since hearing the news, from Hugh MacDiarmid’s reply to A.E. Housman’s Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries. It says it all really,
“In spite of all their kind some elements of worth
With difficulty persist here and there on earth.”
Here’s to those good people, whoever they are.