From The Immortal Evening: A Legendary Dinner with Keats, Wordsworth, and Lamb, by Stanley Plumly
HAZLITT AGAIN
"Hazlitt again: 'Lamb's jests scald like tears; and he probes a question with a play of words. What a keen, laughing, hair-brained vein of home-felt truth!'"
From Chapter 22
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