‘Content, Content, everywhere, But nothing makes you think’: The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere and the Doldrums of Ennui
I must admit, I find myself somewhat uninspired this time of year. In search of a remedy, I turn to Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s ‘The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere’, to see if an answer lies within the icy wastes of his South Pole.
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