“I have a frightful attack of rheumatism. I’m afraid I sang too much.”— Poet (The Waste Land) T.S. Eliot, nobody’s
idea of a cut-up, writing on the day after a dinner party at his publication
the Criterion, in The Letters of T.S. Eliot, Volume 3: 1926-1927, edited by Valerie Eliot and
John Haffenden (2012)
(Photograph of
Eliot, taken one Sunday afternoon in 1923, by Lady Ottoline Morrell, now in the
National Portrait Gallery in London)
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