Twelve years ago I made a mock Of filthy trades and traffics; I considered what they meant by stock; I wrote delightful sapphics; I knew the streets of Rome and Troy, I supped with fates and Fairies-- Twelve years ago I was a boy, A happy boy at Drury's.
Traditions are neither good nor bad, they simply are. . . Rationality is not an arbiter of traditions, it is itself a tradition or an aspect of a tradition.