As I see it, there are at least two reasons for what in the light of a score of Bergsonist readings of (American) modernist writers, seems a curious oversight.
We are by no means obliged to surrender to some BBCesque cliché and think harshly of everyone among the privileged characters while we praise all those at the mercy of their spoiled whims.
If in thy doting and decrepit age, / Thy ſoul, a ſtranger in thy youth to rage, / Begins in cruel deeds to take delight, / Gorge with my blood thy barb'rous appetite; […]
So dense is the fugg in that department that in my student days no senior had the faintest inkling of Dante's interest, Shakespeare's interest in living.
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