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
To: [log in to unmask]
Sent: Monday, October 31, 2011 4:13 AM
Subject: OT - East Coker, again

East Coker: "a mythic place"

Roger Housden
The Huffington Post
31 Oct 2011

"And the old church, where Eliot's ashes are buried, where crusaders have 
lain undisturbed
for seven hundred years, and where William Dampier was finally laid to 

"Dampier, born in the village in 1651, was a legendary adventurer who 
circumnavigated the
world three times and was the first Englishman to explore Australia and New 
Guinea. His
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."