W.H Auden's Poem. From this interesting link http://www.feer.com/tales/?p=893
Hongkong
The leading characters are wise and witty;
Substantial men of birth and education,
With wide experience of administration,
They know the manners of a modern city.
Only the servants enter unexpected;
Their silence has a fresh dramatic use:
Here in the East the bankers have erected
A worthy temple to the Comic Muse.
Ten thousand miles from home and What’s-Her-Name
The bugle on the Late Victorian hill
Puts out the soldier’s light; off-stage, a war
Thuds like the slamming of a distant door:
We cannot postulate a General Will;
For what we are, we have ourselves to blame.
AAaaaah. Auden is too good.
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