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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act... The seat of this sensation is the pit of the stomach.
Source: The Name and Nature of Poetry0
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act... The seat of this sensation is the pit of the stomach. by : A. E. Housman