"I was just beautifying him, don’t you know. A thing of beauty, don’t you know. Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says." – James Joyce, ULYSSES. It's John Keats' birthday. Mr. Sensuous. Post on my site: sheilaomalley.com/?p=28818 
The story of his epitaph is so interesting. Basically it would be like: I tell a friend what I want my epitaph to be. Let's say "Good friend, a loving sister and daughter" - I don't know, something like that, right? Then I die. My friend decides that life gave me a bum deal ...
... and decides to ADD to my epitaph so now it reads "Unappreciated by all, unloved and un-noticed, nevertheless she was a good friend, a loving sister and daughter." Like, totally turning my nice epitaph into some bitter posthumous statement. That's what happened with Keats.
Anyway, I love JK. For many reasons, but also b/c of his phrase "wakeful anguish" (Ode on Melancholy) - which I actually just used in a piece I wrote. Thank you JK for putting it into words. And 2 such simple words! Post on my site with tons of quotes. sheilaomalley.com/?p=28818
