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Apropos of Tim’s question about Eliot agreeing with Aldington on Christ,
well, to Eliot doubt and belief were two aspects of the same coin, and he
would as well subscribe to fiction as to fact, if fiction had a touch of
poetic truth to it.

Regards,
 CR

On Tue, Nov 26, 2019 at 9:11 AM Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> And an open lament too:
>
> After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
> After the frosty silence in the gardens
> After the agony in stony places
> The shouting and the crying
> Prison and palace and reverberation
> Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
> He who was living is now dead
> We who were living are now dying
> With a little patience
>
> CR
>
> On Tue, Nov 26, 2019 at 7:56 AM Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> A metaphoric lament, if you like.
>>
>>                            If there were water
>>    And no rock
>>    If there were rock
>>    And also water
>>    And water
>>    A spring
>>    A pool among the rock
>>    If there were the sound of water only
>>    Not the cicada
>>    And dry grass singing
>>    But sound of water over a rock
>>    Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
>>    Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
>>    But there is no water
>>
>> CR
>>
>> On Mon, Nov 25, 2019 at 10:35 PM Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]>
>> wrote:
>>
>>> ‘The Waste Land’ also laments Christ’s absence.
>>>
>>> “I do not find / The Hanged Man.”
>>>
>>> “The Hanged Man, a member of the traditional pack, fits my purpose in
>>> two ways: because he is associated in my mind with the Hanged God of
>>> Frazer, and because I associate him with the hooded figure in the passage
>>> of the disciples to Emmaus in Part V.” - Eliot’s Notes
>>>
>>> CR
>>>
>>> On Mon, Nov 25, 2019 at 11:12 AM Materer, Timothy J. <
>>> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>>
>>>> As soon as I sent my recent post, I recalled:
>>>>
>>>> Who is the third who walks always beside you?
>>>> When I count, there are only you and I together
>>>> But when I look ahead up the white road
>>>> There is always another one walking beside you
>>>> Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
>>>> I do not know whether a man or a woman
>>>> —But who is that on the other side of you?
>>>>
>>>> and, in Mr Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service
>>>>
>>>> But through the water pale and thin
>>>> Still shine the unoffending feet
>>>> And there above the painter set
>>>> The Father and the Paraclete.
>>>>
>>>> However, not inconsistent from a man who agrees with Aldington about
>>>> Christ.
>>>
>>>