"Oi, cunt! You calling me stout?"
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise —
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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Hmm. Ramon I confess I understand this very little.
I like the bit about the skies and the swimming planet, but who's Chapman? And why did Cortez's men look at each other with a wild surmise? And where's Darien?
The caption, on the other hand, I do understand.
Keats is trying to say, 'There have been other versions of Homer but I think Chapman has really done something special here. I had a lot of fun and I think it's rather wonderful. I'm giving it four and half, Margaret.'
Wot Squib said.
And I thought you were a big Keats fan, Kettle.
Ah Keats, eh Squib; that explains it.
Those twentysomethings, can't understand a word they say.
I am, but I've been writing copy for a real estate agency's brochure this morning so partially lobotomised.
As ace as I imagine your work is, Kettle, could you ask them not to put any of those brochures in my letter box. And maybe cut back on the phone calls too, please. Cheers.
I was also grateful for the explanation, thank you Squib.
Alex I think you'll be pretty safe from my work; an agonising four hours to squeeze out 450 words makes it a one-off as far as I'm concerned. Gah.
Now that Squib's done a marvellous David, who's going to do Margaret?
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