Housman is writing love poems, inspired by the Greeks and Romans, for
Jackson: (reading from a handwritten page)
‘Blest as one of the gods is he,
The Youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee all the while
Softly speak and sweetly smile.
For while I gaze with trembling heart …’
[... … …]
Jackson: It’s rotten luck but it’ll be our secret. You’ll easily find some decent digs around here--we’ll catch the same train to work as always, and I bet before you know it you’ll meet the right girl and we’ll all three be chuckling over this--Rosa, I mean. What about that? I dare say I’ve surprised you! All right? Shake on it?
Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love, Grove Press, 1997, pp. 73-78.
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