Technē
A few choice phrases that struck me during my (at least!) yearly T.S. Eliot read:
The Wastland, III. The Fire Sermon
The nymphs are departed.
Ash-Wednesday
Why should I mourn
The Vanished power of the usual reign?
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And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.
Gerontion
I have no ghosts, an old man in a draughty house under [...]