uses an example of a poem published first in December 1913 titled Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave? In which a deceased lady hears digging above her and cannot figure out who it is until her dog gives the secret:Mistress, I dug upon your graveTo bury a bone, in caseI should be hungry near this spotWhen passing on my daily trot.I am sorry, but I quite forgotIt was your resting-place (5).Fussell sums it up best when he states that [c]learly, there are some intersections of literature with life we have taken too little notice of (7). If we were to look hard enough at our own past and present irony would be littered throughout....
