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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. 
> 
> Regards,
> CR 
> 
>> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 12:55 PM Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> The only thing i see in common among your quotes is Eliot.
>> 
>> Sent from my iPad
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>>> On Feb 21, 2017, at 10:08 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>> 
>>> ?????
>>> 
>>> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 12:06 PM Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>> CR
>>> 
>>> Come on you are pulling my leg
>>> 
>>> 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