“The fascination of what’s difficult” is a reference to the poem by W.B. Yeats. Find it reproduced below. It’s something to think about. Try to keep it real.
Douglas Lovell. March 8, 2018
The Fascination of What’s Difficult
- By William Butler Yeats
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt That must, as if it had not holy blood Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud, Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt, Theatre business, management of men. I swear before the dawn comes round again I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.