Letters to the
Editor
It
might not matter much to you
but
it does to them, somewhere deep
in
the terrifying suburbs.
They
have a point but not a point
that
matters except to the few
obsessed
with irregular verbs
or
folk music, the life of St.
Jerome
or tips on how to keep
tropical
fish. All human life
is
there. Even at this late stage
new
ideas about Shakespeare
are
waved away by those whose game
it
is as if taken aback, as if
it
had been an offence to hear
such
mischief. But there were our names
on
the TLS letters page.
All
that fatal erudition,
all
that careful wit and wisdom,
typeset
so that those who care to
can
read what such dilletantes
offer
the human condition,
all
the sins that flesh is heir to,
throughout
the clement home counties,
further
and beyond the kingdom.
