You know who said that? John Keats said that. No. Wrong. Sorry–he wrote it. In 1818. Here’s the stanza you can find it in, from the poem, Endymion:
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
It’s loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing
And do you how old John Keats was when he wrote this?
He was 22 years old! He’d be dead by 25.
And do you know what those lines are about?
That’s right! You guessed it! They’re about shoes! Beautiful, beautiful shoes!
No. Just kidding. Sorry. They’re not about shoes.
But they could be! Right? After all, what’s more beautiful than a perfect pair of shoes? And while they can’t quite last forever, who doesn’t have a blissfully beautiful pair of shoes emblazoned in their memory for all time? I mean, who doesn’t think back, from time to time, wistfully, on the best pair of shoes they’ve ever owned? I know I do.
And I bet you anything that Keats did as well. (Though of course, it’s unverifiable.) So whenever anybody gives you a hard time about your insatiable need for beauty on your feet, just give ‘em some Keats, a man so Romantic they capitalized the word for him…
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