Andrew Marr: You use this phrase, "the late sublime," in a poem. What is the late sublime?
Clive James: I wouldn’t want to sound too pious or too much as if I
were Saul or Paul who fell off his horse and his life changed. But I must say
that in this late phase since I’ve grown ill and really have to realize I’ve
grown old, I do see things with a clearness, almost a radiance, that I never
did before. Unless you’re very, very careful, you begin to call it religious.
It’s a bit pretentious to call it that.
Andrew Marr: Well if it is not religious, what is it?
Clive James: Well, that’s a good question. It’s a revelation. You get
to the stage where everything looks like a revelation. Perhaps it should always
have done, but one was simply too obtuse to have seen it.
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