And what an essay it is! I swore, I raged, I howled, I laughed out loud. The neighbors must think I'm crazy.
The piece is erudite, wide-ranging, insightful, beautifully written. It weaves the diverse threads together into a lovely garment, stained with absinthe.
Of course, Dowson is one of my most secret, and sordid, passions:
The feet, that lately ran so fast
To meet desire, are smoothly sealed;
The eyes, that were so often cast
On vanity, are touched and healed
Congrats, Katy. I adored it.
Thanks,
Bill
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