
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
A. E. Housman · The source reads: “Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.… The seat of this sensation is the pit of the stomach.” · The Name and Nature of Poetry (1933)
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