My new favorite sentence, from my always favorite author, on the danger of poets being the only qualified critics of poetry:

'The republic of letters resolves itself into an aggregate of uncommunicating and unwindowed monads; each has unawares crowned and mitred himself Pope and King of Pointland.'
- Lewis, Preface to Paradise Lost

Yes, Edinburgh fellows, he just used the word 'monad'. And Walter Benjamin thought he was being all clever...

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