October 28, 2012 12:30 PM
by Roger Kimball, from Roger's Rules
I have been thinking about some lines from T. S. Eliot’s “The Dry Salvages,” the third of his Four Quartets, lately: I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god – sullen, untamed and intractable, Patient to some degree, at first recognised as a frontier; Useful, [...]
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