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63. When I wake up in the morning, love…

Exeter, 1976.  DearHeart and I, pens poised to record insights into the poetry of Yeats. Dr Henderson takes off his spectacles and gives us all a Paddington-Bear long-hard-stare.

“I’m going to read you one of Yeats’s greatest poems, Lapis Lazuli. Before I start, can I remind you that the word gay did not, in 1938, have the meaning that it has today.  So when I tell you that ‘Hamlet and Lear are gay’, I expect you to react appropriately.  Thank you.”

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