Amber Tamblyn and W.B. Yeats

"Book Inscription for 1/2 of the Coen Brothers"

Dear Mr. Ethan Coen,

In the interest of time and saving paper
here's something to read while you're on the crapper--

You're the shit.

Up yours truly,
Amber Tamblyn

From "Sailing to Byzantium"

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.