I was thinking about Lord Byron as a poet. Why? I have no idea. I find that I do not care about poetry and have no opinion about who is a great poet. I wonder how many other areas of life I have no real concerns about. I can fake sports conversations as long at it doesn’t require knowledge of recent events or teams. Cars are to get places without walking so I am not overly concerned about engines and styles.
On the other hand I can’t get enough of my grandchildren and I would tell you about them but I know the look of eyes glazing over. I keep telling myself I need to learn to enjoy poetry but then my grandson wants to go out an play on the rock pile.
I am sure Lord Byron would understand.
homo unius libri
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