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[proximoception]

Fuck. There's just enough of the quote I recall in Google Books that I can't be entirely sure it's about Shelley, and I don't have time to get to a university library.

If anyone has The Prose of John Clare (1970) and has time to check page 223 of it for a paragraph about Shelley that and you would be miraculous.

And I will send you some kind of present.

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Making a library run just now, as it happens. No promises but I shall consult the daemon of order...