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"In the eighties, she said, 'Goodness, you can buy a ticket to Kathmandu from Cedar Falls, Iowa'."

"What seems clearer is that the early twentieth century offered almost no language, certainly no public language, for what Eliot may have felt, and that this unnamable quality is itself part of what gives The Waste Land its peculiar anguish: the sense of a desolation that cannot be located, a grief without a permissible object." —Jonathan Bate via

"You see, the second generation of trees did not grow like the first, and the third generation gave a new word to the German language: Waldsterben, ‘forest death’.."

“MOONLESS MOONLIGHT (Aelindrome in Pi) 31415926535897

Low, fatal nights! Late, moonless…. Tense, we glitch.
We swim bled sky, along the ashy glow.
Shy glow along the ambled sky, we switch.
We glisten — see slate moonlight’s natal flow.”

–@Anthony_Etherin

Keatsian.