For my parents, Barbara and Michael Wasserman, who did everything right.
(Though I never did get a puppy.)
All moveables of wonder, from all parts,
Are here—
…
The Bust that speaks and moves its goggling eyes,
The Wax-work, Clock-work, all the marvellous craft
Of modern Merlins, Wild Beasts, Puppet-shows,
All out-o’-the-way, far-fetched, perverted things,
All freaks of nature, all Promethean thoughts
Of man, his dulness, madness, and their feats
All jumbled up together, to compose
A Parliament of Monsters….
Humans are machines of the angels.