Yoshie Furuhashi wrote:
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> "Some have accused me of a strange design
> Against the creed and morals of the land,
> And trace it in this poem every line:
> I don't pretend that I quite understand
> My own meaning when I would be _very_ fine;
> But the fact is that I have nothing plann'd,
> Unless it were to be a moment merry,
> A novel word in my vocabulary." -- Byron, _Don Juan_, Canto the Fourth
I was really sad when I reached the last page of this poem. I would have liked it to keep going for another 4 or 5 hundred pages. I can't think of any other book which I quite seriously wished longer, much longer, than it was. It just keeps getting better and better.
Carrol