I've not read the letters to his wife but I remember when they came out there was some hoo hah
I blame craner for this with his silly little Yeats anecdote
“F*ck me if you can squatting in the closet, with your clothes up, grunting like a young sow doing her dung, and a big fat dirty snaking thing coming slowly out of your backside.”
—December 16, 1909
This one is the one where you stop laughing