A poet in history is divine, but a poet in the next room is a joke.
A joke is not a thing but a process, a trick you play on the listener's mind. You start him off toward a plausible goal, and then by a sudden twist you land him nowhere at all or ...
Emotion is the surest arbiter of a poetic choice, and it is the priest of all supreme unions in the mind.
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