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- All dash to and fro in motor cars,
- Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
T.S. ELIOT, The Waste Land
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.
- I journeyed to London, to the timekept City,
- Where the River flows, with foreign flotations.
- There I was told: we have too many churches,
- And too few chop-houses.
The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.
- The True Church can never fail
- For it is based upon a rock.
T.S. ELIOT, The Hippopotamus
- Endless invention, endless experiment,
- Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
T.S. ELIOT, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
- The lawn
- Is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return
- Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn,
- The sad intangible who grieve and yearn....
T.S. ELIOT, To Walter de la Mare
- This is the way the world ends
- Not with a bang but a whimper.
T.S. ELIOT, The Hollow Men
In my beginning is my end.
T.S. ELIOT, "East Coker," Four Quartets
- War is not a life: it is a situation,
- One which may neither be ignored nor accepted.
T.S. ELIOT, A Note on War Poetry
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