How many people came and stayed a certain time,
Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you
. . . until no part
Remains that is surely you.
—John Ashbery, Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror
I sometimes think, on rereading Ritchie Robertson’s book on the Enlightenment, that interpretation of this period badly needs rescuing from many of its most ardent supporters. I suppose it’s inevitable, here as elsewhere, that most complexities get lost in translation, over-simplified in service of making a desired point.
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