"He laughed like an irresponsible foetus."
"What paradoxes! Man is a cunning creature of many devices."
In "Mr. Apollinax", Eliot does not fail to take a jibe at the high-class Bertrand Russell's irresponsible sensuality. The poet is reminded of "Priapus in the shrubbery / Gaping at the lady in the swing."
Some ennobling light, that :)
--- On Tue, 8/25/09, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote: