A recent article in the
New Yorker sheds new light on T.S. Eliot and his relationship with the London literati of his day. Some folks apparently found him tedious with his reported lack of charisma, sartorial fastidiousness, and perhaps over-the-top cheese fetish. It is certainly encouraging to know that he did his greatest work while grinding along at a day job. One has to appreciate a victory for the burners of midnight oil.
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