A Literary Virus takes charge

I work up one morning earlier this week reciting the first few lines from Part II of John Keats’ poem Lamia. Some sort of literary virus seems to have taken charge of my mind. I haven’t read a Keats poem in years but it’s obviously still there, somewhere, in the darker recesses. In a box marked ‘do not disturb… please’.

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