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The only thing i see in common among your quotes is Eliot.

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> On Feb 21, 2017, at 10:08 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 
> ?????
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>> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 12:06 PM Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> CR
>> 
>> 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:
>>> 
>>> Came upon these lines from THE WASTE LAND: 
>>> 
>>> 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.
>>> 
>>> http://slayground.livejournal.com/846903.html 
>>> 
>>> Umpteen number of times, I've associated these lines with Gerontion's 
>>> 
>>> I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
>>> To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. 
>>> 
>>> To me it goes back to his willful desertion of Emily Hale in LA FIGLIA:
>>> 
>>> 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.
>>> 
>>> The echoes of this loss reverberate in the opening passage of BURNT NORTON: 
>>> 
>>> Footfalls echo in the memory
>>> Down the passage which we did not take
>>> Towards the door we never opened
>>> Into the rose-garden. 
>>> 
>>> Not, however, without its final resolution in LITTLE GIDDING: 
>>> 
>>>                    This is the use of memory:
>>> For liberation - not less of love but expanding
>>> Of love beyond desire, and so liberation 
>>> From the future as well as the past. 
>>> 
>>> Cheers,
>>> CR