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Lost in the Four Quartets II – “Victims of Our Own Rigor”
To read the first part published last week, click here. There’s more to the poem than I let on. If you’ve tangled with it already then you’ll know that. The Four Quartets is not composed entirely of enchanting melodies, and intrusive koans. These things figure, of course, but there are other voices, beyond the children in the apple trees hidden excitedly containing laughter, and beyond those professorial rum...
Lost in the Four Quartets
The first time I read it, at a conceited 23, it didn’t make much of an impression. I think I just ploughed through it, cover to cover without pause for breath, content to be able say ‘I’d read it’. Undoubtedly a phrase or two lingered on – music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts – memorable, strange, and evocative. But other than that, t...
