![Both in verse and in prose [Karl] Shapiro loves, partly out of indignation and partly out of sheer mischievousness, to tell the naked truths or half-truths or quarter-truths that will make anybody's hair stand on end; he is always crying: "But he hasn't any clothes on!” about an emperor who is half the time surprisingly well-dressed. (Randall Jarrell)](https://cdn.quotesdtb.com/img/quotes_images_webp/65/randall-jarrell-clothes-cry-153265.webp)
Both in verse and in prose [Karl] Shapiro loves, partly out of indignation and partly out of sheer mischievousness, to tell the naked truths or half-truths or quarter-truths that will make anybody's hair stand on end; he is always crying: "But he hasn't any clothes on!” about an emperor who is half the time surprisingly well-dressed.
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