Dramatic experience is not logical; it may be subdued to the kind of coherence that we indicate when we speak, in criticism, of form.
The twilight is long fingers and black hair.
Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.
For intellect is a mansion where waste is without drain.
Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.
For some reason most critics have a hard time fixing their minds directly under their noses, and before they see the object that is there they use a telescope upon the horizon to see where it came from.