At about his third visit he brought up the games of interpretation which Laura Riding and Robert Graves had been playing "A Survey of Modernist Poetry", 1927 with the unpunctuated form of 'The expense of spirit in a waste of shame.' Taking the sonnet as a conjuror takes his hat, he produced an endless swarm of lively rabbits from it and ended by 'You could do that with any poetry, couldn't you?' This was a Godsend to a Director of Studies, so I said, 'You'd better go off and do it, hadn't you?'