Traditional matter must be glorified, since it would be easier to listen to the re-creation of familiar stories than to quite new and unexpected things; the listeners, we must remember, needed poetry chiefly as the re-creation of tired hours.
“I was eleven and I wanted to play it because it was in my blood. It was a feeling I couldn't deny.”
“Kissing could have begun as a way of sniffing out who's who. From a whiff to a kiss was just a short trip across the face.”