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Empson casually draws an endless stream of double-meanings from his poetic texts, only to brush them aside as quibbles, as he then swans (that’s the only word for it) into the next chapter. The analysis of Crashaw in the final chapter is alarming and hilarious. I knew the Metaphysicals were odd but I didn’t know just kinky they could get.
Empson had the weirdest facial hair in the world, but that’s neither here nor there.