"How a poet of such a 'profound subtlety of instinct for the
absolute expression of absolute natural beauty' as Keats could have
penned the lines:--
'_Beauty is Fat, Fat Beauty. That is all Ye know on earth, and all
ye need to know._'
must remain one of those unfathomable curiosities of the working of
the human mind."
We hope the writer hasn't been bothering about it for long. The good
news we have for him--that KEATS didn't--will remove a great weight from
his mind.
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"The bride's going away costume was of Parma violet cloth, with
waistcoat effect, in brocaded silk. She wore, also, a large blue
wolf, the gift of the bridegroom."
_Newcastle Evening Chronicle._
_Bride_. "Of course, dear, one is bound not to look a gift wolf in the
mouth, but are you _sure_ the large blue ones don't bite?"
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