There was something familiar about this story, but I couldn’t put my finger on it until I got to the end. I then realized that I had been horrified of the story once before as a teenager in English class. 310 more words
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[F]orm, in those disparaged Fifties, meant difficulty in the doing; meant the hard practice of virtuosity; meant the plumbing of language for all its metamorphoses and undiscovered metrics; meant the heritage of knowledge; meant, in order to aspire to limitlessness, the pressure of limits—rhyme, even rhyme, a thing of wit and brio, never an archaism.