To me…[The Waste Land] was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.
The Waste Land (ed. Valerie Eliot, 1971) epigraph
To me…[The Waste Land] was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.
The Waste Land (ed. Valerie Eliot, 1971) epigraph