The Laocoon interested me very much when I read it. The lyrical form is in fact the simplest verbal vesture of an instant of emotion a rhythmical cry such as ages ago cheered on the man who pulled at the oar or dragged stones up a slope. "You want to go to your uncle?" Again, at this, with his sweet ironic face, he made a movement on the pillow. "By going all the way round?" "Certainly, far as it is.