Fanatic Walled in a city of visions, he believed in beauty and order. Bogged in a gray slough of facts, his tongue had learned to mock, his lips to sneer. Prepared with opium hopes, he came greenly on life, to receive flowers of tenderness and gentleness he had little known. (old version 12/29/06) Walled up in his great city of visions, his tongue had learned to mock, his lips to sneer, bogged in the gray slough of factuality. Thus he came greenly on life, unprepared, save for opium visions of himself. He believed in fine flowers of tenderness and gentleness he had little known. He believed in beauty and order.