A friend of mine was urged me recently to read a bit of TS Eliot.
Particularly; The Four Quartets.
Grudgingly, (I'm more a Dennis Lehane man), and keeping my Yorkshire-trained wallet firmly in my pocket, I Googled the old buffer and not only found the text, but an mp3 of the great man himself reading an 11 minutes extract.
Here's a visionary paragraph from the Burnt Norton section, that predates the rise of digital agencies in the East End, and social media by a good 70 years.
London's wi-fi'ed twittering classes; you were sussed years ago.
"Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world."
What a find!
Posted by: Stan Lee | Friday, September 19, 2008 at 11:57 AM