Awwwwwww!!!! Poor sods. Their fancy (see Coleridge)
wasn't tickled.

There is a pun .... blanc/soulless.

Also, is it (a) the image that usurps, or (b) the sole, er soul ??
   a - a question of perception
   b - a question of sensation


----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Carrol Cox" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wednesday, April 19, 2006 9:31 AM
Subject: Query -- Literary but not Eliot

> I'm rereading Wordsworth's Prelude (1805) again, and my delight in it is
> increasing. (I'd read it half a dozen times or more over the last 50
> years and each time my response was something like blah: maybe it's best
> when one is old?) Anyhow, I've come on a passage which baffles me,
> vi.452-55 (1805), 523-28 (1850):
> That day we first
> Beheld the summit of Mount Blanc, and grieved
> To have a soulless image on the eye
> Which had usurped upon a living thought
> That never more could be.
> What is he talking about here? Why is Mont Blanc a "soulless image," and
> why should it grieve him and his Cambridge friend? Granted a mountain
> doesn't have much soul, neither do lots of other things, so why the
> point about it here? Is it made clear in some other poem by W at the
> time? 
> Carrol
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