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There's no cruise ship like the Internet

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There I was alone in my study on Thursday when who should ghost into the room (through one of its walls) but the fabled American poet Emily Dickinson (1830-1886).

Let me explain this scarcely-to-be-believed event.

edward Hopper's Soleil du matin (Morning Sun), 1952. Picture: Shutterstock

In last Saturday's unforgettable column I urged we all use this sudden boon of indoor spare time to take on self-improving projects. I reported that one of my QPs (quarantine projects) is to at last study the poet Emily Dickinson. My shameful ignorance of her, surely the English language's most-read poet, had begun to haunt me.

In my nightmares, the AFP's Serious Literary Ignorance Squad constable stopped me on suspicion and gave me the literary equivalent of a breath test.

"Sir, please finish the following very famous Dickinson line for me. 'There's a certain slant of light, summer afternoons ...' Don't know it Sir? 'Fraid you'll have to come down the station with me."

But now my Emily QP is under way and I am immersed in her works. And it is such a crush that on Thursday I thought I'd try to contact her. I went to the How to Hold Your Own Séance blog (for learning how to do séances is another of my QPs). Suddenly, in she shimmered!

She was on a........

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