. . . half in love with easeful Death
The Authorial Rabbit telephoned friend M. A. Titmarsh the other day. Titmarsh is self-isolating as is the AR, but showing no symptoms. “I’ve been remembering John Keats,” cried AR. “Traveling in ‘the realms of gold,’ which someone pointed out recently meant, as well as its metaphorical sense, just reading, because old books had gilt at … More . . . half in love with easeful Death