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The Russian Formalist grounded such an approach by rigorously applying the principles of Ferdinand de Saussure's theory of language to the study of poetic texts. According to the argument put forward by his article "The Meaning of the Word in Verse" 35 all occurrences in of words sharing the same appearance and range of meanings within the bounds of a given literary tradition constitute a unity, a single word. This and similar assertions aroused the suspicion in Leon Trotsky's mind that the Formalists were followers of Saint John in asserting that "in the beginning was the Word. Oddly enough, he never puts his supposition to the test by comparing verbal patterns found in works by authors other than Goethe.

Rose Strum sky Ann Arbor: They are followers of Saint John. The word followed in its phonetic shadow. Had Willoughby taken these factors into consideration he might have asked certain questions. Why did the phenomenon of the sudden emergence of the word "Wanderer" suddenly arise in the early s? Why was Goethe's prominent use of this word taken up by the Romantics? In view of the very close mutual influences of trends in English and German literature, did Goethe's knowledge of Goldsmith's The Traveller or the occurrence of the same word in Ossian promote Goethe's use of the word "Wanderer"?

Willoughby inadvertently touched on the question of Goethe's relationship to the German Romantics at one point in his article where Willoughby discusses two characters that play a leading role in Goethe's novel Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre. Mignon, a young female entertainer of Italian origin and the Harper a musician given to wild and unpredictable actions. The novel gives an account of the travels and adventures of a group of actors, artists and entertainers belonging to a Wanderbuehne, a itinerant stage company led by Wilhelm Meister.

While he evinces a reasonable and conscientious way of life, mirroring Goethe's own, Mignon and the Harper evince erratic and "romantic" traits of character, which in Willoughby's opinion, incurred Goethe's disapproval and induced him to punish each of them with an untimely and tragic death. Indeed the novel was a prime factor in creating the conditions that allowed the Romantic movement to come into existence. Thus the nature of the True Wanderer-poet became a matter of contention, exploding any assertion that the term "Wanderer" harbors no more than a useful analogy or conventional tag.

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It appears that a conflict within Goethe's mind became externalized so as to become a barrier between Goethe and the Romantics. In the opinion of Professor Friedrich Gundolf, a renowned expert in Goethe studies in the early decades of the twentieth century, Mignon with the Harper and Wilhelm were all deeply entrenched within Goethe's mind and imagination and here they played an integral and complementary role.

They degraded the symbol to the status of a word, they made it a form of metronomy. One can be grossly 'symbolic,' for example, by using the term 'cross' to mean 'trial'. The symbolist's symbols have a fixed value, like numbers in arithmetic, like 1, 2, and 7. The Imagist's images have a variable significance like the signs a, b and c in algebra.

Perhaps only one trope could expand to meet the challenge presented by Faust and Wilhelm Meister, and that is the allegory.

In scholarly and critical circles the allegory is looked down on as an outdated and somewhat contrived literary device, but let us heed what John Frederick Nims has to say on the subject in his guide to students of poetry entitled Western Wind. In this he writes: A mountain may be a symbol of salvation, a traveler may be a symbol of a human being in his life. But if the traveler takes as much as one step toward the mountain, it seems that the traveler and the mountain have become allegorical figures, because a story has begun.

The wanderer Cain , the wandering Israelites, the wandering Muse and wandering minstrels, penitents and pilgrims fall within the field of association common to both languages. These verbs find a common root with words that denote change Wandel and turning wenden, to wend. Whether the wanderer is a sinner or saint depends on what this wanderer turns from or towards.

The fact that Goethe, and later the Romantic poets, took massive recourse to the motifs of Cain and pilgrims indicates that they needed not only a dynamic to keep themselves and their poetry buoyant but also some successor to the wandering muse to provide guidance and direction.

Perhaps in the first flush of liberation from external rules this need was not apparent, certainly not for Laurence Sterne when he was writing Tristram Shandy and reveling in the joys of total sovereignty over his subject matter. Harold Bloom New York, He was not assured that the German tradition, disrupted as it was by religious wars, would be strong enough to stave off the decline and demise of poetry, and opined that Goethe had abandoned poetry and held to prose as the only progressive form of language that could survive in a secular age.

In the case of Faust the positive associations of wandering with penitent sinners and pilgrims swallows up its negative aspects. The author begins his study by emphasising that the primary metaphors in Romantic poetry are based on references to motion and journeys. He discerns a "true wanderer pattern" in Romantic poetry based on acceptance of Christian belief in "a Fall, an Original: As a matter of interest, Goethe in his youth composed a poem entitled Der Ewige Jude in which this otherwise despised figure proves to be a transfiguration of Jesus Christ.

The merging of two seemingly antithetical variants of wandering is understandable if we concede that Cain, the wandering Jew and the pilgrim on his way to a heavenly home undergo a process whereby they are psychologized so as to represent the forces and currents of the mind. Let us put two and two together. Goethe combines references to "Wanderer" and "Night" in the title of his most celebrated poem or combination of two poems entitled "Wandrers Nachtlied. Solar heroes are deemed to be wandering surrogates on the sun whose course they pursue through the diurnal and annual cycles.

Accordingly, winter stands for death and decline and summer for life in all its fullness. Willoughby never ventured beyond the bounds of Goethe's writings and so never tested whether the patterns discernible in Goethe's writings are attributable to the operations of the collective unconscious for lack of a basis for comparison with patterns found in the works of other authors.

For this reason I now inspect cases in which derivatives of the verb to wander occur in the works of Shakespeare. A Midsummer Night's Dream offers a good point of departure for our investigation, as the noun "wanderer" and the verb "wander" stand out in the line "I am that merry wanderer of the night" and "I do wander everywhere.

Furthermore, the very title of the play points to the height of summer and the summer solstice associated in folkloric tradition with festive dances and ceremonies. In Julius Caesar Cinna speaks of a strange urge to "wander forth of doors. However, he experiences a dream prophesying that he will dine with Caesar.

Apart from offering Cinna a consolation of sorts, the notion that the afterlife offers the opportunity of reconciling what must remain divided in earthly life has a far-reaching implication: Wandering can heal the very divisions it has created. Shakespeare introduced a pinch of humour even at so tragic a juncture as that of Cinna's death, for the mob excused themselves by saying that Cinna deserved death anyway on account of "his bad verses.

In Goethe's day poets may not have faced great physical danger. The distress of existential isolation they most certainly did. The fascination of Goethe and the Romantic poets with the night was anticipated, perhaps prompted, by Edward Young, the author of Night Thoughts. As a matter of interest Goethe wrote to his sister Cornelia that he had learned English from reading in the works of John Milton and Edward Young.

Of course, this loosening effect was enhanced by the growth of the novel and, in drama, by the tragedy of common life, all of which reflected the growing influence of middle class attitudes and values. However, in straight prose there is only one level of meaning to consider, which demands a one-meaning-one-word correlation, but this is not the case in poetry where words come into their own as words with all their multiple meanings and associations. The very brevity of the poems precludes a clearly defined dramatic situation or narrative that might detract from a sense of the fullness of words as they are.

She shows him her humble dwelling composed of masonry eked from the ruins of a nearby Greek temple. As Goethe pointed out to his visitor Henry Crabb Robinson on August the second in , Werther's abandonment of the Odyssey, with its account of the hero's return to his family and patrimony, for Ossian, with its accounts of tragedy and despair, marked the beginning of Werther's descent towards social alienation and death.

Werther reads a purlpe passage from Ossian as a means of awaking ecstatic passion in Lotte and thus win her to his side. The speaker bemoans what he sees as the cannibalization of ancient buildings. Der Wanderer marks a turning point of vital importance in more than one way.

This is to say that the wanderer, presented as a dramatic figure, evaded any direct connection that could be made to link this figure with Goethe himself. In modern jargon one might say the Wanderer had left the closet. Der Wandrer marks a turning point in a wider sense, for until the s the tide of cultural influence in literature flowed from the British Isles to the German-speaking area. A more interesting question is this: Did the new sense of the wanderer inculcated by Goethe permeate the verb to wander itself, even as a declined verb?

The most obvious case that comes to mind here is the poem which begins: He points to the association of daffodils with the myth of Narcissus and its implication of mental stasis. The poem has not only classical background. In a paper I once wrote in preparation for 47 Frederick A. Originally in Yale Review. Tynjanov avers, words chosen by poets as well as by anyone else are subject to an inevitable awareness of the contemporary world and elements of this awareness seep into the mind involuntarily even if a poet should attempt isolate his work within some kind of a hermetically sealed container.

In this Byron snipes at the Lakers, Wordsworth 48 M. A Romantic Metaphor Author s: The Kenyon Review, Vol. I have yet to meet a professor who sees signs of criminal intent in a badly organized term paper, but I do seem to recognize a general academic distaste for wandering in general, which, to my mind at 49 See Dedication to Don Juan, First Canto, As a corrective, might I suggest to them the application of the hermeneutic method of research, though this has a lot to do with wandering, regrettably or not?

It runs like this: Like Columbus they just have to keep going, and if only to survive, they must occasionally take stock and be prepared to correct their preconceptions in the light of fresh evidence gathered along the way.

Thus there is every chance that they will approach their new world with ever greater exactitude and, exercising due caution, they will avoid icebergs. Monographs and Anthologies Abrams, M. Philadelphia, Linguistic Society of America, Cooper, Rabbi David A. Goethe, von, Johann Wolfgang, Die Gedichte ed. Kermode, Frank, The Romantic Image, Readings in Russian Poetics, Ann Arbor, Interpretationen zu einem Anfang, Paderborn, Articles Consulted Abrams, M. New York, , Harold Bloom, New York: Originally in Yale Review, Vol.

Rose Strumsky Ann Arbor: Ladislav Mateijka and Krystina Pomorska. In Acknowledgement of influences emanating from the writings of Suetonius, S. Enter figure wearing tragedian's robes, face hidden by mask. A man may confide in a friend, a god only in his own genius. The common folk have a saying: The temple of Vesta is cut off by those dancing, licking flames of fire. That'll teach the virgins what fire's about! And there, the Pantheon. One might have thought that the ancient gods of Rome would bestir themselves in the defence of their shrines and fanes.

And there, the senators on the Capitoline Hill deport themselves like a clucking brood of mindless chickens. Perhaps in this case, appearances do not deceive. My little flame has set the world ablaze. O Rome, where is thy glory now? Aye, perchance this is thy greatest hour. Ileum burns, yet is eternal, immaterial like the spirit of the moon as she appears in three phases.

First she is the maid, coy and modest, second the nymph nubile and enticing, third she is Hecate the witch. Ileum ascends from splendour to splendour. Burn her, and she rises from the very flames that would consume, Troy has perished, Rome perishes, and like the desert bird named Phoenix shall Neropolis arise from Rome's grey ash. The stones of Neropolis shall not be for burning. When Rome's tortuous alleys are no more, the broad and graceful highways of the third and last Ileum shall bear witness to the Aeneas that conceived them.

Now is the month named after the divine Julius. No rebuilding shall take place until spring next year, when an innovation will raise a few eyebrows. I'll abolish April, he, he. Discarding mask You know all those nasty stories they tell about me. All true, if anything they err on the side of understatement. To the moralists I say: At least I'm honest about my depravities. As in a state of nostalgic reverie NERO, singer, opera star, god, matricide Well, actually - yes Earlier, when I recited the list of my distinctions I used to insert "matricide" somewhere near the beginning, say between "singer" and "opera star".

Now I give the word the prominence it deserves. You know the lampoons they write about me in disreputable places, on lavatory walls or on the stones of the Cloaca Maxima: Their sum is the same as that of the letters 'He done his Mama in'". Slumping on the ground. Mama, why did you go and make me do it? You had it in for me from the start.

You made me feel how small I was when I was a mere toddler, and when I was a grown man, Caesar and a god no less, you still made me feel what I had felt as a child - how I was a messy little puppy- dog. Turning to the audience: You know the old taunt: Talk of 'duty' reminds me of the divine Augustus and his incredible hypocrisy.

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He sent more souls to Hades on a Sunday afternoon than I have ever done in all my life, but no one calls him a demon or ravenous beast. When I play an actor's part, I wear an actor's robes and strut about the stage, but when I exercise political power, I exercise political power! Looking pensive I know the reason. You cannot easily rehabilitate a man who's killed his mother. A matricide is a walking contradiction, for he has destroyed the roots of the self-same tree of which he is a branch.

Even the earth on which I walk seems to give way beneath my feet. Again Mother Earth, you see. That's why my element is fire, the element stolen from its home in the sky - which, when free to spread whither it will, consumes all before it on the face of the earth. Looking into the distance How's my fire coming on, by the way?

No, I was not destined to be a human being in anything but outward form. For me this was significant. We are constantly being told that the higher nature of Man tends heavenwards, his lower nature towards the bestial. What beast is more human than the dog? An ape may look more like a man, but between dogs and humans a strange kind of affinity exists. Thus, if a man no longer feels at home in human company, his refuge will be found in those regions that border the human realm - on the one side, the low wide plain where beasts roam, or on the other where high mountains touch the abode of the gods.

If such an exile or outcast makes forays into the human realm, then it can only be as a ravenous beast seeking whom it may devour, or as a vengeful and implacable god. Agrippina, my loving mother, did more than just call me a messy little puppy-dog. She acted on that assumption. In my early childhood, I was incontinent. Every time she found a puddle, she'd grab me by the scruff of the neck and rub my nose in my own water, saying, "Now then, that comes of being a dirty little puppy-dog!

Mama, I'm a dirty little puppy- dog, but what does that make you? Cave canem was written over the entrance of Faustulus's villa. The beast knew three words of command: Faustulus had a wry sense of humour in calling him Cerberus. That dog was a friend to me, probably the only true friend I ever had. Every time I was ill- used or humiliated, I could always count on Cerberus for comfort.

On seeing me, he would always wag his tail, romp over and lick me on the hands and neck. I think that was the only time I truly mourned, and then I said to myself "When I'm big, I'm gonna carry on from where Cerberus left off - and you Agrippina won't be in a position to start complaining! Who turned me into a puppy-dog in the first place? Would I have turned out to be a different sort of guy if I had had a kind loving mother? Perhaps I would have become a nice guy like that milksop Britannicus.

Funny, when I put an end to him, I also destroyed some part of me that hankered after something vaguely human. Hey, that doesn't fit! Britannicus had Messalina for a mother! Can it all be put down to family influences? I had a dream. There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus. Mother was with me as usual. As we reached a cross- roads, Agrippina said: I'm gonna turn right! She shouted after me: The path led upwards toward the snowy heights, past the lush vernal pastures of the lower slopes, past vineyards and groves of olive trees, through forests of oaks, birches, willows, elms, yews and poplars and all the holy trees, past the crags where the chamois chewed stunted grass, and the last brave wind-blasted pine tossed and raged in defiance of the elements, I ascended, till there was no other thing under heaven but burning, blinding snow, a conflagration no less fierce than that which now I see.

I looked down at the world of men, and what should I see but -- ants! The air was thin and pure - then the prize! Treacherous thoughts welled up from within me: Was I not trespassing on holy ground? And so to the summit. I'll tell you what I saw! There seated on an ivory throne, a frail old man, whose long white beard fluttered in the wind. His expression was more torpor than aught else. He looked rather like As I approached, he tried to look grave and austere, pathetically shaking his hoary senile head. His trembling hand reached down — I saw a quiver full of arrows and a pile of thunderbolts at his side.

I seized him by the scruff of the neck, and flung him down the mountain-side. The last I saw of him was as he reeled head over heels into a ravine. Then I shouted in triumph to the four winds. Now I'm Top Dog. I got de thunderbolts". Dreams pass, but not what they portend. Face lights up Nero the god! And what of the others? The divine Julius, the divine Augustus? The divine Claudius There's a joke for you.

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To Julius I say: You bamboozled the Senate by concealing from its members the true nature of imperial power under high-sounding, archaic titles such as Consul, Tribune of the People, what have you. You controlled the Plebian mobs by judicious hand-outs of corn, by staging pageants, triumphal processions, carnivals and games. You provided work for idle hands and assured yourself the allegiance of the army by promising share- outs from pillaged goods and chattels and allowing the common man to wallow in blood and glory. To the veterans you conceded land for farming and a secure pension. With time the Principate no longer required such props and legitimations.

Must Caesar, a divine being, justify himself to mortals, appealing to this or that precedent, some law passed by the corrupt senate of a moribund republic? Caesar's prerogative resides in himself - or in nothing! Looking pensive If any man kills his fellow out of hatred or whatever personal motive, is he not stigmatized as a murderer? Is it the act of killing itself that is deemed wrong?

But a soldier - does he not kill in the pursuit of duty? Again, if any man is suddenly overtaken by misfortune, some ague or contagion, do we indict Phoebus Apollo and take him to court? When a veteran finally takes possession of that long-promised farm, and if a flood come and sweep his habitation, his livestock and the fruit of his fields all away, leaving him nothing, will he sue Jupiter Pluvius or Neptune for damages and theft?

Let there be no doubt of this: Only a subject is bound by the law. Mortals, even kings, are not above it. When the Plebian masses sought to establish a new order, raising their banner of freedom on the Aventine hill and proclaiming a new legal code inscribed on twelve stone tablets, from whom did they receive this law, if not from the gods? But gods are not subject to the laws they impose on mortals.

Jupiter chastens the adulterer, but is Jove chaste? He's chased a good few nymphs in his time, that's true. If I am a god, to whom am I answerable for my deeds but to myself? Morality is for mortals. An all-powerful god has only to inquire within himself, to consult his own counsels, to execute his own will. A god is free. If one being is absolutely free, then all others must be bound.

Contorting his facial features Why then am I assailed by doubts and strange questionings, by shadows and ghosts? Why am I not yet free? Have I not broken the manacles in which Agrippina, moralists, philosophers, senators and pedagogues have sought to fetter me? Seneca, my venerable tutor, filled my youthful spirit with notions of logic, reason, equity and other trash, Seneca, I'll have your Spanish guts for garters soon enough.

You'll join the rest of them in Hades - Agrippina, Britannicus, Octavia Seneca drooled on interminably about the "gentle light of reason". What good is a candle to a traveller lost in a quagmire on a stormy night? So much for reason! Seneca taught me the art of rhetoric, but if you truly wish to know my mind as to morality, philosophy, reason and tradition, then let tongues more eloquent than mine speak for me - the tongues of flame that far outdo any spectacle put on by Aurora or the dying sun.

Those flames declared what Nero thinks not only of tradition but of the past and all it holds, my childhood in the dog-house! As though startled Britannicus! Still you lower at me with those baleful callow eyes. Do not question a god's prerogative. Was it so terrible a thing to die?

I made it easy on you, no slow lingering death for you, so potent was the venom in your table-water. And then that sister of yours! Octavia, how I 'ated her. Complained she wasn't happy with me! I'd married her, hadn't I? But she wanted to own me, she wanted me to feel an obligation towards her. She wanted me to apologize for abusing her. She wanted me to feel guilty, bad inside. She was Agrippina all over again, dressed up in another guise. They couldn't extract any confession from her, any conclusive evidence to back up my charge of adultery. The torturers these days!

But what mortals' skill avails against witchcraft? I could see into her mind and heart. What's in the heart counts more than "evidence". I could read from her face her prurient thoughts any time a comely slave passed by. Not that I'm averse to a Ganymede now and then, speaking as a god, of course. In any case, I did the world a service in ridding it of those brats, the breed of that vixen Messalina and Claudius, my adoptive sugar- daddy.

Why do you haunt me at night? I tried to evade them, but they entered my nostrils, my hair, my ears and mouth. I ran from the Tiber's banks, across the Field of Mars, when suddenly I saw the portal of the great mausoleum of Augustus loom out of the darkness - and a voice from within its inner gloom beckoned: Were you ever a woman of flesh and bone, or were you the harpy that drove Orestes to distraction and death? Orestes, my brother, in deed! You were the the guiding force behind every conspiracy against me. On the anniversary of your death, your spirit is abroad in the Forum, in the streets, in the taverns and bawdy- houses - spreading rumours, hatching plots, inciting the common folk to sedition.

Robbing me of my sleep, is one thing, Agrippina, but sowing the seeds of rebellion is quite another. I charge that ghost with high treason. Take that ghost away. Sipping from a flask of wine Why should a god have to worry about this kind of thing? Gods have their troubles, too, eh Dionysus? Four years ago a comet appeared in the night sky.

That gave me the wind-up. This year another has appeared. Comets, always the portent of the fall of a great figure, the beginning of a new age. In life I have learned to be wary of three manner of men: Moralizing philosophers turn men moody and indecisive, skeptical of authority and religion.

You can't do without religion, you know, in some form or other. Call it charisma, call it mystique, call it what you will. You've got to have religion. Principles, statutes and institutions decay and crumble, and no amount of brass-polishing or propping-up saves them in the end. To quote two lines from my own poetic flowers: Hannibal did more to shore up the Republic than a legion of philosophers and lawyers. Men aren't moved much by abstract precepts and theories. They want a man like themselves - however hideous or perverse he may appear to the moralists - to be their leader, one to whom they can look up and relinquish personal responsibility.

If I didn't exist, moralists and philosophers would have to invent me. In the year that I was born, six and twenty years ago, Sirius the dog-star, did shine exceeding bright. It would be a long hard winter, the Magi foretold. Again to quote my works: If Erebus was not my sire, nor the night my dam, Humankind must ponder well. Whence truly then I am. People rarely ask questions when they fear unflattering answers. As for the Gauls, while he still had a tongue in his mouth, a madman claiming to be prophet declared than in Gaul, the forces destined to bring about my overthrow would be unleashed.

The Gauls are dogs then, not chickens! Was it not the Gauls who set fire to Rome some four and a half centuries ago? Far be it from me to pass judgment on that!

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And senators, they frown whenever I refuse to kiss them on the hand - or anywhere else, come to that! I'd sooner kick them up the Alpine than kiss their hands. Making sweeping gestures Let's ring the changes! The common folk need spectacles, circuses, distractions. It'll take their minds off the fire. Let preparations be made for festivities, public and private.

Restock the cellars with wine! Tell the farmers to fatten their kine, the slaughters to whet their knives. The festivities shall usher in the dawning of a new age, the age of Nero. On the Ides of August we shall hold a big open-air event. Strumpets and concubines, deck yourselves in your gaudiest scarlet robes.

Night shall be as day. We'll be needing torches. There are reports of unrest in the city. There are murmurings and rumours. Some say the fire is no accident. How perspicacious of them! And who do they say has done this thing, has instigated this lamentable conflagration? Some, O divine Emperor, sir, of the lower sort, even senators, have er suggested.. I don't mean the likes of them. Surely there are some other - more interesting - conjectures. Some say it was the Jews, some a band of slaves that uphold the memory of Spartacus, while yet others claim it was the Christians.

O yes, these "Christians," that strange Jewish heresy. They'll make excellent scapegoats. They are to receive the death penalty for sedition and arson. Any special way, O noble and divine Emperor? We shall be needing torches. Sextus, what do you know about this insidious sect of Christians? I'm hardly an expert on such matters, sir, but I have heard it said that their leader was called Christus and was crucified in Jerusalem back in the reign of Tiberius.

They claim their leader was "the light of the world. We shall be needing…. And the way, noble Caesar? Rather slow, today, Sextus. I thought I said we should be needing torches.. Forgive me, my lord. Your wish is my command. Oh yes, it's coming back to me now.

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One of their leaders - Paulus wasn't it? I've heard suggestions that Seneca is mixed up with it too. I'll suffer no competition from the likes of him, or anyone else, come to that, in the divinity stakes. Well did Antiochus Epiphanes recognize the rebellious and proud nature of a people who believed that theirs' was the only true God, invisible and pure, one that demanded unquestioning obedience to a changeless law.

Antiochus, in his youth one of Rome's involuntary guests, well understood that this people and their religion stood as an obstacle in the path of imperial power.

He defiled their temple in Jerusalem. What was the story? The temple lamp burned for eight days though there was only oil enough only for one. A thing for superstitious minds! Britannicus, don't lower at me like that. A Tutorial on Wandering DR. Sometimes in life as in art we witness a phenomenon in recognizing the recurrence of patterns which we may or may not find an explanation for. If we can, fair enough, we construct a theory. If not, what then? Sometimes we ignore the recurrent patterns and pass them off as mere coincidences, but sometimes the recurrence is so insistent that we must stretch our minds and imaginations to accommodate the unexplained data in some way.

Verbs are somehow less conspicuous than nouns for some reason that perhaps a linguist could explain. Did Wordsworth read Djerman poetry himself? Probably not very much, but his close friend Samuel T. Coleridge did and in fact he and Wordsworth visited Germany in ? My first question is: When was the poem written and which strophe was added later? It was first published in Dorothy recorded this event in her diary on April 15 According to her it was blustery and overcast. They evoke different moods. What do the daffodils described in the poem symbolize? Nobody bothers with them.

They join a tradition. Fine, so the poem has a link with classical mythology. What about Biblical and Christian traditions? So we might conclude that the poems at least subconsciously welds classical and biblical strands. But to return to our chief question. Its positive or negative connotations depend on its context, even in terms of the seasons. Please call me Mary. I was wondering if you could give a talk on Romantic wandering in two weeks. It will be reviewed by video and could impress our potential benefactors.

Er, would you object if I asked to meet you for coffee somewhere? MARY Not at all, doctor. What about that nice quiet place near the ruined priory? Please take a seat. I liked your debating style at the inaugural. And thank you for your compliment. You wanted to discuss something with me? Then we can brief staff members and request outlines and summaries of course material to be dealt with. The students would smell a rat.. I mean the visitors should get a feel of our daily routine and the congenial atmosphere that fosters student participation and freedom of expression.

I mean, just think of it. It had never occurred to me that the poem holds cryptic allusions to the Resurrection, issues of time and eternity, what have you. Buzz on other line for about 20 seconds Well, after receiving you memo, Mr. Steele, I made a rough assessment of our possible needs for next academic year, but a lot depends on the funding we hope to receive from this commission ……… Yes, they will be here in two weeks ………………….. Only in the worst case scenario but I hope not. Perhaps we had better discuss this later, you know, in camera.

All I meant to say is: I think you know what I mean. Oh, to change the subject, I gather my daughter is attending your seminar on Romantic poetry. At first she was very quiet but now she makes some very pertinent contributions to discussions. All sounds a bit vague to me. Perhaps we can work out the details of that schedule tomorrow after the break. By the way, my daughter sends her best wishes and wants you to phone her about 6 this evening. He thinks there will be no need to issue directives to staff on tightening up on subject matter and the scope for discussion and spontaneous contributions from students.

We shall soon consider whether these figures merge in the central person presented in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. A close examination of words based on the verb to wander in Daniel Defoe's novel entitled Robinson Crusoe reveals in what way a discussion of the Prodigal Son is relevant to an appraisal of Defoe's famous story, which evinces certain proto-Romantic elements. The ancient wanderers Gilgamesh, Ulysses and Aeneas were not only poets and spiritual philosophers but also those with a social and political mission.

Their wandering furnished them with the experience and education necessary for their practical role. References to wandering become pronounced in literature at times of strenuous searching for a sure foundation when the stability and sustainability of existing hierarchies are in doubt. Daniel Defoe lived in such a time. His succession involved horse trading and a vague appeal to the popular will. Let us consider his most celebrated work with this historical background in mind.

As the "editor" of the second version of Robinson Crusoe Crusoe remarks I place in bold print words that appear especially significant: Three words in this citation are of particular interest from the point of view taken in this study. As "history," Crusoe's story describes in plausibly realistic terms the experience of a man who was forced to survive almost thirty years of isolation from European civilization. The "allegorical" character of the story is not made explicit.

The word "wandering" acquires a negative tone by its juxtaposition with "desolate" and "afflicting. The uncertainties surrounding these references to "allegory" and "wandering" may be clarified if we inspect occurrences of the verb to wander in the story itself. In the opening paragraphs of Robinson Crusoe the verbs to ramble and to wander are associated with "thought" and "inclination" in a manner that is fully consistent with common usage.

The third paragraph opens with the words: Although any verb of motion may acquire a metaphorical meaning in whatever form of language, some have become linked by usage with such notions as digression, deviation, transgression and so on. To ramble does not conventionally imply a moral judgment. When referring to thought or speech, it suggests that one or the other of these is logically disconnected or lacking in purposeful direction. The connotative range of to wander finds no parallel in other verbs of motion such as to ramble, to stray, to digress, to transgress, to roam, etc.

The juxtaposition of "wandering inclination" and "leaving my father's house" obviously recalls the strong biblical associations of the word to wander with the wilderness journey of the Israelites, the parable of the Prodigal Son and other well known motifs. A reference to "father's house" recurs in the story, pointing to the central significance of the figure of the Prodigal Son.

In one way this is strange, as Crusoe returns to England long after his parents' death. If we take Crusoe's father to be a figure representing the patriarchal order of established society rather than Crusoe's progenitor, the reason for Crusoe's being likened to the Prodigal Son becomes understandable.

Cut off from the civilization of his native land, Crusoe must establish a new social order based - let us say - on the Protestant work ethic. Certainly the novel's social and political implications were immediately grasped by the reading public in England and on the continent of Europe, and those writers who were prompted by Defoe's novel to write their own Robinsonnades dwelt more on the idea of establishing a new civilization than on that of Crusoe's isolation and loneliness and on the theme of isolated individual endeavour.

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