Matthew Parris, writing in The Spectator of Boris Johnson’s recent transformation, suggests he should read Tennyson:
Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
Dare to dream of a charming, charismatic London mayor showing the way to lift the state off people’s backs across the nation.
