Dreams of Electric Sheep

This week's crisis by remote control

Wordsworth’s Prelude has a lesson for us all. In it, Wordsworth realises that he has been mistaken. As he sits in a small boat at night on a lake, gazing up at a mountain, it strikes him that Nature does not love him back.

There in her mooring-place I left my bark,

-And through the meadows homeward went, in grave

And serious mood; but after I had seen

That …