jóias de família
Nuestros tesoros son tesoros falsos.Y somos los ladrones de tesoros.
Felipe Benítez Reyes
quinta-feira, novembro 17, 2005
“The interviwer had talked with Mr. Eliot previously in London. The small office at Faber and Faber, a few flights above Russel Square, displays a gallery of photographs on its walls: here is a large picture of Virginia Woolf, with an inset portrait of Pius XII; here are I.A. Richards, Paul Valéry, W.B. Yeats, Goethe, Marianne Moore, Charles Whibley, Djuna Barnes, and others. Many young poets have stared at the faces there, during a talk with Mr. Eliot. One of them has told a story that illustrates some of the unsuspected in Mr. Eliot's conversation. After an hour of serious literary discussion, Mr. Eliot, paused to think if he had a final word of advice; the young poet, an American, was about to go up to Oxford as Mr. Eliot had done forty years before. Then, as gravely as if he were recommending salvation, Mr. Eliot advised the purchase of long woolen underware because of Oxford's damp stone.”
Donald Hall, 1959
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