There may be some justice in what Peter Richards says. Perhaps the long lapse between "Galatea" and the other poems in the sequence accounts for the qualitative difference he finds. Still, I find his reading a little odd: Galatea is a flesh and blood woman who was once a stone statue. After being abandoned by the sexist Pyg, she may nostalgically yearn for the days when she was insensible stone. Pygmalion prefers (as any artist would) the ideal to the real thing. Maybe I should 'ave 'ad 'er speak in Cockney, a la Ms. Doolittle.
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