“What happens when the poet has a superfluity of daughters to get the better of his superannuated heart…”

Or: Passing the time when baby, it’s cold outside.


  1. I think he looks quite fetching.

  2. It really sets off your, uh, cheekbones?

  3. I see my Goneril, my Regan… but wherefore the Cordelia of my heart? (ah! but both are she – and three more besides….!)


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