Notes on T. S. Eliot: Murder in the Cathedral
In which I raid my high school notebook for some evergreen thoughts.
Like other high schoolers before me, I had the joy of discovering T. S. Eliot in my senior year, though unlike many high schoolers, I did so under the superior tutelage of my own mother. Up to that point, I had been fed an exclusively pre-modern poetic diet. But come senior year, Mum decided I was ready for a curve ball.
Mum’s plan of action was thoroug…
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