Love is a many splendid thing...

Hey guys and guy-ettes!
It's happened. I think I have a girlfriend. I say I think, we've decided to sleep on it to make 100% sure. But there it is, the one thing I never though would happen. One way or another, I'm happy to be with someone who's happy to be with me. No doubt if Larkin was here he'd grumble about it not lasting or turning into a routine, or something, but I don't care what Larkin thinks. Because just for once I've done something for me, and not made a mess of things. Yeah, I know, it was selfish, I didn't take the bigger picture into account, et cetera et cetera, but I think the karma points I've built up over the years will allow me to do just this one thing for myself. Eat that, Larkin! You're dead and I'm not!
In fact, come to think of it, d'you reckon Larkin would have written all his brilliant poetry (It is brilliant, for all its depression) if he knew that decades in the future a bunch of schoolkids would be slaving away at huge presentations with one day's notice? I mean, poetry's written so that people can admire it, not pick it to pieces. Surely you don't have to grasp why Larkin used "The" exactly four times in that stanza just to appreciate his poetry. It's the same with Shakespeare: Why can't you just take it at face value, as brilliant drama?
OK, rant over. You can go now.

Jack