After a few pages it felt to me as if this work was created to make a reader not give a frig what Coleridge thought. You all probably know the word 'omphaloskepsis,' but just in case you don't, it means 'navel-gazing,' and it's exactly what Hazlitt, a contemporary of Coleridge's, accused Coleridge of doing and succumbing to (though I doubt H. ever used the word). Well, this book is like a deepest dive possible into Coleridge's omphaloskepsis, into his omphalos, where the most miniscule pieces of lint become the objects most examined. I'm no dummy, not by a long shot, but after slogging through just a few pages of "What Coleridge Thought" I thought, 'This simply is not worth it.' Whoever wants to know what Coleridge thought should read what Coleridge wrote, I think.