“I take infinite pains to know all the phenomena of the spring, for instance, thinking that I have here the entire poem, and then, to my chagrin, I hear that it is but an imperfect copy that I possess and have read, that my ancestors have torn out many of the first leaves and grandest passages, and mutilated it in many places...I should not like to think some demigod had come before me and picked out some of the best stars. I wish to know an entire heaven and an entire earth.”