So, while I was thinking about Williams (cf. my last post), I came across a passage by Wms himself that sums up nicely the difficulties faced by Wms and his designated biographer:
When the devoted Raymond Hunt proposed writing his biography,
Williams sent a brief outline of his life, centering on a paradox:
his love for Phillis was of immeasurable value, yet it must never
'If I were to choose now, I should, I fear, still say:
"Never, never that. Let all the work go; let us lose Taliessin & the
Dove and the E. P. M. & all—only never that." But 'for god Almighty's
sake never mention it to anyone unless I say they are safe. And
especially never to my wife.' And he stipulated, 'no word like
Celia or Celian or Phillida or Phillidan should appear in your MS.
and any reference to the Masques should be small. I don't like
saying so for myself; I would write it over the earth & sky.
But there are others.'
Lindop, THE THIRD INKLING, page 324)
The core difficulty here was that Wms wanted his biographer to omit any mention of what he considered the most important event of his life -- the Beatrician moment in which he experienced the love of his life --because he didn't want his wife to find out.