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A Little Pride and Prejudice

I can read you like a book;
each sign rings out of what you do
its meaning, till a sudden turn
surprises all I thought of you.

 

By Irving Washington

This is the poem, now almost forgotten, which established Irving Washington’s reputation six years ago, and intimates in minuscule form the grand wit he would achieve in his Shandy years later.

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