Category Archives: T. S. Eliot

Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (V)

To communicate with Mars, converse with spirits, / To report the behaviour of the sea monster, / Describe the horoscope, haruspicate or scry, / Observe disease in signatures, evoke / Biography from the wrinkles of the palm / And tragedy … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (IV)

Since 1868, the great bell of Nashotah House has rung out the Angelus thrice daily—three triplets, followed by a long pause, concluding with a peal of eighteen strikes. It can be heard for miles. No matter where we were on … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (III/2)

Am I the same person who walked along the Potomac River when I was a boy or who was so convinced at the age of 22 that God was calling him into the Sacred Priesthood? Where is the man with … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (III)

It was given to me when I was a young man, perhaps when I was in college or perhaps shortly after. I was at the airport. A Hare Krishna approached me. He didn’t attempt to tell me about his religion. … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (II/4)

For three years I served St Mark’s Church in Johnstown, Pennsylvania. Like many towns in Western Pennsylvania, Johnstown had once been a thriving community, but when Bethlehem Steel was forced to close its operations in the 70s and 80s, thousands … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (II/3)

The moments of happiness—not the sense of well-being, / Fruition, fulfilment, security or affection, / Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination— / We had the experience but missed the meaning, / And approach to the meaning … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (II/2)

It seems, as one becomes older, / That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence— / Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy / Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution, / Which becomes, in … Continue reading

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