The Eroticism of Fat Men
Dowson begged Moore also to go to see Adelaide: ‘I have broken my heart over her, but she remains, none the less, my sole interest in life.’ In dedicating Verses to her he was hurling his last resources of emotional strength into the relationship. If this brought no effect, what more had he to offer?
He wrote to Sam Smith that he would be ‘idolatrous for the rest of my days. Idolatrous to the extent that Keats was when he wrote from Rome to his friend Browne: “the lining which she put in my travelling cap scalds my head” — and like Keats I cannot open her letters for a day or so after they reach me.’