Do not give that poet licence to print. Trust him with nothing more than a bent quill. Give him no room to manoeuvre, no hint of suggestion; no modicum of thrill; nothing to spill upon […]

Do not give that poet licence to print. Trust him with nothing more than a bent quill. Give him no room to manoeuvre, no hint of suggestion; no modicum of thrill; nothing to spill upon […]
What to make of those with humourless wit, of those who frown, those who grumble and growl; of those who bemoan joy; awkwardly sit upon a light-hearted jest with a scowl? What to make of […]