“It was so strange, seeing you in that wood, like a creature from another time, or another world, and with your beautiful son. It was a great shock to me to see him, because I had not even known of his existence, and this made me realise how far apart we had grown, which I am sorry about. I doubt if you ever knew how much you meant to me, and it is only since I saw you that I have come to realise just how much I miss your uncompromising intelligence and the sense I always had that you knew why r...eading and writing mattered in the world. We all thought we knew that, then, but that was why it was such an unreal, such an isolated, Paradisal time—that we should all be there to read poetry, that that was what we were for. I suppose if we had stayed on, this might have been possible to perpetuate—as Raphael has done—but I would feel uneasy about that, even if I were academically good enough, which I am not. I don’t feel that I would be quite real if I spent the rest of my life inside the walls of a College—like Tennyson’s soul in the Tower in “The Palace of Art”—although I do see that there is a perfectly tenable intellectual position from which this view is absurd.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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