languours

Here is theatre springing from the rhythms and idiom of your own life, the only life you know, with its slang and jazz heightened into poetry, your own fevers and languours made tragic, pathetic, comic, so that the action seems familiar, and at the same time disturbing, almost an exposure of your thoughts, a satire of your secrets.

1997, John Haffenden, W.H. Auden: The Critical Heritage, Routledge, →ISBN, page 152