When I was in college, I took it upon myself to write a critique of Percy Shelley’s poem “Mont Blanc” as a treatise on the inner-workings of a mind as it contemplated a memory. Shelley’s poem was a recollection of seeing the Vale of Chamonix in Savoy. Now, anyone who has studied poetry will know that writing about how a mind works is not an unusual topic for the Romantics (see Coleridge’s “Frost at Midnight” for example), but what I did that was different from what I’d seen before in critiques was to connect Shelley’s vision with what I’d learned on another front, i.e., that the right brain tends to be the home of spatial and emotional thought while the left houses language and linear thinking.