Shakespeare would say:
What was thy cause? —
. . . . . .
Down from the waist they are centaurs,
Though women all above.
But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
Beneath is all the fiend's; there's hell, there's darkness,
There is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption! —
fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary,
to sweeten my imagination: there's money for
~ William Shakespeare, King
--- On Mon, 4/20/09, Rickard Parker <[log in to unmask]>
From: Rickard Parker <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: T.S. Eliot : "The critics" versus "the critics"
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Monday, April 20, 2009, 2:29 PM
> I was just reminded of
what the Chorus says in 'Murder in the Cathedral' :
> "I have tasted / The savour of putrid flesh in the spoon".
> It's worth reading the full chorus online (pp. 66-8) at
> Where art thou, Shakespeare? You should have read this !!!
For years a secret shame destroyed my peace -
I'd not read Eliot, Auden or MacNeice
But then I had a thought that brought me hope -
Neither had Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Pope.
~ Justin Richardson, 'Take Heart, Illiterates', 1966