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A mere collecting of memorabilia ABOUT Whitman, rather than a penetration INTO his essence. Kaplan does not understand the spiritual heart of Whitman's poetry, has no feeling for the poet's own heart, puts off deep truths with glib pseudo-Freudian cliches and a disgusting arch knowingness. He had no business writing a biography of a man for whom he is incapable of feeling real sympathy.