The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before the dismayed clerk. When I came to the house, I held up the instrument before the eyes of the astonished household.
“I used to be a window cleaner. I got fired because I sometimes liked to drink the soapy water.”
“As for how criticism of Keats' poetry relates to criticism of my own work, I'll leave that for others to decide.”