The unuttered thoughts came flowing into the mind
Of his invisible listener—Shadow-of-a-Leaf.
All true, my friend; but there’s no halfway house.
Rid you of Houndsditch, and you’ll not maintain
This quite ungodlike severance of mankind
From Nature and its laws; though I should lose
My Scots apostle, if I called it so.
What’s an apostle? Is it one who sees
Just so much of his hero, as reflects
Himself and his own thoughts? I like him well,