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T.S.Eliot: The Was­te­land. #

“You are a des­pe­ra­te cry to God, moul­ded in int­rica­te word-craft­mans­hip. Your lan­gua­ge is cont­rol­led, but insi­de, you feel emp­ty and are not con­tent with your life. You see both the world and your inner self as a was­te land: not­hing good can come out of it anyway. People find you dif­ficult to unders­tand but admi­re you nevert­he­less. #

Quizil­la: Which lite­ra­tu­re clas­sic are you? (via Ant­ti-Juha­ni) #

Näis­sä kir­jal­li­suusai­hei­sis­sa tes­teis­sä on se hyvä puo­li, että jos tulok­se­na on jotain itsel­le ennes­tään tun­te­ma­ton­ta, voi saa­da virik­kei­tä lukea jotain mitä muu­ten ei tuli­si kos­kaan aja­tel­leek­si­kaan. T.S. Elio­tia en ole iki­nä luke­nut­kaan. Kukas se oli­kaan, jota G.I. Janes­sa sitee­rat­tiin? #

“I never saw a wild thing sor­ry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough wit­hout ever having felt sor­ry for itself.”

Aha, se oli­kin D.H. Law­rence. #