The Staymaker’s revenge.
As a jobbing poet it should be obvious to everybody that I have to remain within nodding distance of fashion. Obviously, save for the workings of blind chance, I am never going to be a leader of fashion. But still I have to give the impression that I am aware of the current trends. Indeed my patrons expect me to pay lip service to its dictates.
In all candour this can be a burden. […]
