I remember this. He took a breath. He always did before saying something we should prepare to ponder. “His impact on the canon was… immense.” Others leaned forward, nodding. No one smiled or spoke. A serious moment to reflect on the poet’s impact and on our tutor’s delivery. He shifted in his seat, raised a hand. “With the war only just finished, a new way was sought. He provided it.” All these years later I remember this, for the whole time he spoke an enormous hair hung off the end of his nose and winked dustily in the sunlight.