All Hallows Eve is our eve.
"We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England."
----- Original Message -----
From: Chokh Raj
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Sent: Monday, October 31, 2011 4:13 AM
Subject: OT - East Coker, again
East Coker: "a mythic place"
The Huffington Post
31 Oct 2011
"And the old church, where Eliot's ashes are buried, where crusaders have
for seven hundred years, and where William Dampier was finally laid to
"Dampier, born in the village in 1651, was a legendary adventurer who
world three times and was the first Englishman to explore Australia and New
memoirs inspired Daniel Defoe to write Robinson Crusoe. For Eliot, Dampier
was a powerful
metaphor for ceaseless exploration which ends finally in returning home.
Tiny East Coker,
home to just 1,750 souls, easily grows large in the mind."