“There are three conditions which often look alike
Yet differ completely, fluorish in the same hedgerow:
Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment
From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference
Which resembles the others as death resembles life,
Being between two lives–unflowering, between
The live and the dead nettle.”
I have spent most of my thinking life not liking Eliot, and now I wonder why. I suspect I will wonder for the next half of my thinking life.
