ahh.. chinua achebe... okonkwo was a respected warrior but
within himself, was a fight that he was afraid to be seen as a
weakling.. ultimately, he killed himself because he was 
turning and turning in the widening gyre
the falcon cannot hear the falconer
things fall apart
the centre cannot hold
mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
the blood-dimmed tide is loosed
and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned
the best lack all convictions
while the worst
are full of passionate intensity
strangely, Yeats' words seem even more apt these days
