28/42 Poetry's not a thing of pretty round phrases or noisy invocations. It's life itself, with the tang of the raw world in it--not a sweetmeat for middle-class women in parlours." "Are you a poet, Mr.Heritage ?" "No, Dogson, I'm a paper-maker." This was a new view to Mr.McCunn. "I just once knew a paper-maker," he observed reflectively, "They called him Tosh. He drank a bit." "Well, I don't drink," said the other. |