That Darned Country Again

Some light reading for a Monday evening. Time remarks on the new/old hierarchy under the rather arch headline of “Still a Country for Old Men.” Of course the author, Tim Padgett, who is fond of playing “guess what machinations are going on behind the scenes” suspects it might be Raul playing for time (pardon the pun) to defang the fidelistas. Read it here. Reminds me of a few lines from the poem that fuels all these alllusions:
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
from Sailing to Byzantium- William Butler Yeats