These are on a humongous list of books that I am told I must read before I die. So I tried. The Waste Landstrike one! Four Quartetsstrike two! I think my team needs a pinch hitter. Both are classic examples of Eliots unintelligible poetry. Theyre like reading Finnigans Wake backwardword by word. I never did cotton much to poetry anyway.

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