I'm telling you, this sonnet is like, so deep 🤯. Like, on the surface, it seems all nice and respectful, but then you dig in and it's like, whoa 😲. It's like Shelley's saying, 'Hey, I used to think you were my hero, Wordsworth, but now I'm not so sure'. And that's harsh, right? 🤔 But at the same...