‘I can scarcely bid you good bye even in a letter. I always made an awkward bow. God bless you!’
To Charles Brown, 30 November 1820
I have said nothing yet of our getting on among the loose stones large and small sometimes one two sometimes on three, sometimes four legs – sometimes two and stick, sometimes three and stick, then four again, then two, then a jump, so that we kept ringing changes on foot, hand, Stick…’
John Keats
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