The Hollow Men

Much as I've tried to sit down and write something about the Euston Manifesto, nothing I can think of tops this quote from TS Eliot:

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Yep, that about it sums it up for me… 

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