““The poet’s insight into the unchanging spirit of humanity.…” “Insight” was a good word. My father was great on insight. I had lived with him for twenty years and I ought to know. “His intimate understanding of the deep unspoken desires that lie sleeping in the breast of every one of us.…” So the papers said. I thought of him turning his eyes upon me in the dining room at home: “Yes, Richard must bicycle into Lessington.” Intimate understanding, and I pedaling down the hard main road. What a lot of insight that turned out to be!””
