It operates as a refuge for a civilizing element in short supply in contemporary America: honest criticism
by George Green
was right!Support The
Chichester Cathedral Cloisters, 1758
Poor Collins, near the end, a lunatic,
he drew a map that led into the trees.
back then, at least for fey types like poor Collins.
into a hat, he stacked his books and flung
was a horror of perdition. Now his name,
and gaping brimstone pit of Hell. Poor Collins,
Poor Collins, dosed with brandy by the spoon,
as dizzy as a dervish on his couch.
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 31 January 2013, on page 47
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