<lux's "the wordsworths: william and dorothy"> 2003-05-15.1:34 a.m. The Wordsworths: William and Dorothy Thomas Lux The "New Sensibility" or not the master and his servant sister surely knew some guilt for the blot of sex on their long history. A bowl of milk, a mutton chop, some bread and the blazing days at Dove Cottage. Coleridge: "I wish, I wish I were dead," a slob, a slave, in fast dotage from opium. These were ecstatics, more on mountains than on lakes, who walked and talked all day, frantic for music, a life in which the stakes were high: to make it matter more, the song, to make it matter most. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad