Great Regulars: By the time we reach the final page,

Mandeville's weariness and the weight of his experiences have transformed what began as a didactic assertion into an exhausted exhalation, almost a plea. Meaning and words are linked but not fused, as our poet [Matthew Francis] knows but his subject does not; poetry lives in the gaps between them, and truth does too, even if Mandeville himself doesn't realise it.

from Sarah Crown: The Guardian: The banana of God

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