Tom Colket wrote:
> Also, consider this confession about a journey through another sleazy
> part of town:
> "And indeed there will be time/For the yellow smoke that slides along
> the street,/Rubbing its back upon the window-panes".
Wandering throug the "rough" part of town is hardly the same as
Tear our pleasures with rough strife,
Through the iron gates of life
Je is always _watching_, never acting in the ralm (love & sex) the poem
is, at least nominally, about.
He even watches himself watching, reminding me of a little bit of verse
by Joe Kennedy:
The goose that laid the golden egg
Died looking up its crotch
To see what made its sphincter work.
Would you lay well, don't watch.
You lovers of ambiguity -- work on "lay." But actualy it's a play on
different meanings of the word, not an ambiguity. Just as Austen's Mary
Campbell is playing on different meanings of the words Rear and Vice,
refering to the conversation in her uncle's house. She adds, "Now don't
think I'm punning," making sue that everyone including the reader knows
she is punning.