Read At Whim! Read At Whim!

Art Is Long, And Critics Are The Insects Of A Day.

If You've Been Put In Your Place Long Enough You Begin To Act Like The Place.

We Died Like Aunts Of Pets Or Foreigners.

Say What You Like, But Such Things Do Happen - Not Often, But They Do Happen.

There Are Some Good Things And Some Fantastic Ones In Auden's Early Attitude; If The Reader Calls It A Muddle I Shall Acquiesce, With The Remark That The Later Position Might Be Considered A More Rarefied Muddle. But Poets Rather Specialize In Muddles And I Have No Doubt Which Of The Muddles Was Better For Auden's Poetry: One Was Fertile And Usable, The Other Decidedly Is Not. Auden Sometimes Seems To Be Saying With Henry Clay, "i Had Rather Be Right Than Poetry"; But I Am Not Sure, Then, That He Is Either.