by
Sally Rooney
I've never worked hard at anything, I said.
That must be why you study English.
Then he said that he was just joking, and actually he had won his school's gold medal for composition. I love poetry, he said. I love Yeats.
Yeah, I said. If there's one thing you can say for fascism, it had some good poets.
He didn't have anything else to say about poetry after that. [...]
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