Racism is a subject that puts wordsworth in his element.
He sits on his imaginary stool in front of an imaginary log fire and looks at the clay pipe he’s taken from the mantelpiece. Putting it in his mouth, he gazes at the disciples sitting at his feet.
“Lord wordsworth..please tell us how we can be like you and achieve your righteousness”
The followers gathered there gaze up in wondrous admiration at their learned leader….