I listened to an interview this morning where someone made the point about political correctness having the effect of putting the importance on what people feel they should say think as opposed as to what they really do think. My mind works in weird ways. As I was about to move away from the page, I looked at the banner of cows and into my mind popped:

My cow burns at both its ends,

It will not last the night. 

But, oh my foes and oh, my friends,

It gives a lovely light. 

Now, where the heck did that come from? But this isn’t anything to do with political correctness because  I don’t want to burn cows. Obviously, this must be symbolism, a Freudian thing. Or maybe it is just a silly attack – my mind wandering on to the remark: Emily’s first draft was not quite there, yet.