There was even a man (i forget his name) who wrote a delightful book called popular and traditional songs of my province, which book, after he was dead, was discovered to be entirely his own invention, and not a word of it familiar to the inhabitants of the soil. he was a large, laughing man that smoked enormously, had great masses of hair, and worked by night; also he delighted in the society of friends, and talked continuously. i wish he had a statue somewhere, and that they would pull down to make room for it any one of those useless bronzes that are to be found even in the little villages, and that commemorate solemn, whiskered men, pillars of the state. for surely this is the habit of the true poet, and marks the vigour and recurrent origin of poetry, that a man should get his head full of rhythms and catches, and that they should jumble up somehow into short songs of his own. what could more suggest (for instance) a whole troop of dancing words and lovely thoughts than this refrain from the tourdenoise - which phrase from this paragraph most effectively gives evidence of belloc's conviction of the poet's creativity? a) " he delighted in the society of friends, and talked continuously." b) "he was a large, laughing man that smoked enormously, had great masses of hair, and worked by night." c) "a man (i forget his name) who wrote a delightful book called popular and traditional songs of my province, which book, after he was dead, was discovered to be entirely his own " d) "there was even a man (i forget his name) who wrote a delightful book called popular and traditional songs of my "