The fascination of what’s difficult
Worked out all right for you, it seems, old man,
As when Blavatsky’s esoteric cult
Helped you parse George’s automatic hand–
And who would doubt that Truth herself was caught
Dumbfounded in your raveled Celtic knot?
Yeats called his wife George, saying that he found the name Georgie intolerable. (Still less, one supposes, could he have tolerated Bertha.) The redoubtable Madame Blavatsky, of course, needs no introduction.