July 3, 2006

  • For Tom Stoppard on his birthday:

    “For I remember when I began to read, and to take some pleasure in it,
    there was wont to lie in my mother’s parlour (I know not by what
    accident, for she herself never in her life read any book but of
    devotion), but there was wont to lie Spenser’s works; this I happened
    to fall upon, and was infinitely delighted with the stories of the
    knights, and giants, and monsters, and brave houses, which I found
    everywhere there (though my understanding had little to do with all
    this); and by degrees with the tinkling of the rhyme and dance of the
    numbers, so that I think I had read him all over before I was twelve
    years old, and was thus made a poet.”

    Abraham Cowley, Essays, 1668

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