I critique, you critique

    The sight of Cecilia & James finding each other's gaze
    across our very own Algonquin sent me searching for another
    Scene From Literary Life.

    What was it? The two mobsters in Kiss Me Kate?
    ('The goils today, In soceye-etee, Go fer classical poh-etree,
    But to win their hoits, You must quote with ease,
    Eeskilus, And EuRIPedeez.')

    No. After all, those poor hoods were PRAISING pohtry.
    Our two critics were being rather more superior.

    I know. Of course. Noel Coward & Gertie Lawrence drooped
    across a white Steinway, cigarette holders apiece, putting down
    Norfolk. ('Very flett, Norfolk.')

    To manage two or three images that will live forever is something
    far beyond the reach of most of us. To feel able dismiss
    'Hence in a season of calm weather....' requires a damnable,
    bloody cheek equally far beyond the reach of most of us.

    Scottie B.

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