• Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye.
    What if my great-granddad had a pair that were twenty foot high,
    And mine were but fifteen foot, no modern stalks upon higher,
    Some rogue of the world stole them to patch up a fence or a fire.

    William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.193, Hayes Barton Press