if Joyce's reputation could survive fart-fucking mine can survive my internet history

only my vanity objects. It is a good thing that our descendants should know how that we carried also the taint of original sin.

there was some scandal attending the release of the private letters of Philip Larkin, when it was found that in secret he was somewhat of a sour bugger and a racist. But undoubtedly it has done us good to know this, and we can notice something new about his poetry (pointed out by Martin Amis): he was always striving, in his poetry, to raise his mind out of that mire. We have a much better understanding now of the whole man, and the nobility to which he aspired in his immortal verse. And it tends to confirm what Eliot said about poetry being an escape from personality.