His writing saves him, as does the warmth and passion of his personality. His politics, meanwhile, exist in a bubble of withdrawal from reality, the correlative of his withdrawal to this hillside farmhouse.
Which reminds me of Auden's lines: "Time that with this strange excuse/Pardoned Kipling and his views,/And will pardon Paul Claudel,/Pardons him for writing well."
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