The purpose of this commentary is primarily to analyse the poetical, rather than prose discharges of the Byron Society: I wish to try and understand fully the reasons why literature can never be the same; why it will almost certainly be that English poetry will be divided into two phases: the pre-B.S. period, and the post-B.S. period, on account of the stupendous impact that this movement has had. However, having said all of this, it is not inappropriate to include also some remarks on the prose writings of these poets also. I therefore incorporate some comments on the Presidential Peroration and the recently-found writings of Mary Shelley as discovered by myself.
In the case of the former, we have to confess that we cannot help being drawn in - the emotional dilemmas of dear uncle Newstead become our own problems, and we find it hard to view his difficulties with true literary objectivity. For example, we are angered by the effrontery that the slut showed in expecting Newstead to care for her wretched brat; we are horrified that his Lamborghini should break down when it is scarcely kerb-crawling. It is a tribute to Newstead's resourcefulness that he is nonetheless able to find caprine ways of amusing himself. And as for the family despair, we are overwhelmed with compassion for the suffering in his poor anguished, Byronic soul, and were it not for the fact that we have both just been ravaged by a herd of sex-crazed bull rhinoceroses (or at least I have - coo-o-or blimey!) we would be with him in the dark, lonely hours: to be his companion, his support - one poet to another. Aye, the Byronic way is lonely!
So, to sum up, the terse subjugation of the essential chronological itemisation of the sub-lyric to the encrusting epilyrical Byronarrative renders the conjugal bifurcation somewhat realisable (CH).