‘A Being full of Witching’
Charles Nicholl: The ‘poor half-harlot’ of Hazlitt’s affections, 18 May 2000
“... very week you sat upon my knee, twined your arms around me, caressed me with every mark of tenderness.’ It drifted on in a kind of idealised, erotic stalemate through the autumn and winter of 1820. The printed text speaks of kisses and caresses, of her sitting on his lap for hours on end, of the ‘liberties’ he took and the ... ”