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It would be great if you would explain and show the basis for your reading
Richard. A "reading" needs some foundation in text, sources, background,
often biography and history.

I, at least, would love to see genuine discussion on the list again.
Nancy

On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 1:41 PM, Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> well i guess it ain't mine
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> Sent from my iPad
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> On Feb 21, 2017, at 11:20 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Well, that is my reading, for whatever worth it is.
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> Regards,
> CR
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> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 12:55 PM Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> The only thing i see in common among your quotes is Eliot.
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>> Sent from my iPad
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>> On Feb 21, 2017, at 10:08 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> ?????
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>> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 12:06 PM Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> CR
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>> Come on you are pulling my leg
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>> Sent from my iPad
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>> On Feb 21, 2017, at 9:10 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> Came upon these lines from THE WASTE LAND:
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>> *You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;They called me the hyacinth
>> girl."- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,  Your arms
>> full, and your hair wet, I could not  Speak, and my eyes failed, I was
>> neither  Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,  Looking into the heart of
>> light, the silence.*
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>> http://slayground.livejournal.com/846903.html
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>> Umpteen number of times, I've associated these lines with Gerontion's
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>> *I that was near your heart was removed therefrom*
>> *To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. *
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>> To me it goes back to his willful desertion of Emily Hale in LA FIGLIA:
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>> *She turned away, but with the autumn weather*
>> *Compelled my imagination many days,*
>> *Many days and many hours: *
>> *Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.*
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>> The echoes of this loss reverberate in the opening passage of BURNT
>> NORTON:
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>> *Footfalls echo in the memory*
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>> *Down the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never
>> openedInto the rose-garden. *
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>> Not, however, without its final resolution in LITTLE GIDDING:
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>> *This is the use of memory:For liberation - not less of love but
>> expandingOf love beyond desire, and so liberation From the future as well
>> as the past. *
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>> Cheers,
>> CR
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