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a passage which was Eliot's favorite --
 
 "Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
  Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
  I ne'er could pluck it from him; my loathing
  Was prophet to the rest, but ne'er believed."
 
  -- Thomas Middleton, The Changeling (V, iii)
 
a haunting strain 
 
CR
 
[ps - sorry to be posting it again - kindly bear with me]