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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 (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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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (II)

Sestina—a fixed verse form consisting of six stanzas of six lines each, normally followed by a three-line envoi. The words that end each line of the first stanza are used as line endings in each of the following stanzas, rotated … Continue reading

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

When T. S. Eliot was ten years old his father built a summer home in Gloucester, Massachusetts, and from that point on Eliot spent the summers of his youth there. He and his brother were taught to sail by an … Continue reading

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

Lowcountry proverb: The Ashley and Cooper Rivers meet at the city of Charleston to form the Atlantic Ocean. The river is within us, the sea is all about us; / The sea is the land’s edge also, the granite, / Into … Continue reading

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