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[off-topic]Argh! I'm not sure I will be able to get through the interview without trying to beat him to death with a copy of his creepy-ass biography of Philip Larkin.
Thump him once or twice with the one of Keats for me, will you, Whisky? Did anyone even look at that one except me? No? God. I don't know if creepy is the word, but when he's describing his death in Rome, in first person... I don't know. It made me sort of angry.
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I was quite fond of Saddamandias (With apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley). Wasn't Shelley's a sonnet? This one's not, but it does open
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose cigar
And egomania, whose lust for blood
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read.”
Why is the cigar in there? Seriously. |
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