And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
7 years later I finally got around to looking it up, and it turns out it comes from a Yeats poem. Good quote, good poem.
Tales from green corner of a wide brown land.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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