The Waste Land, read by T. S. Eliot. In spite, or perhaps because of, his subject material nothing makes me quite the same type of happy as a poem by this Eliot. How peculiar.
The Burial of the Dead begins at 00:00; A Game of Chess: 04:58; The Fire Sermon: 10:21; Death By Water: 18:19; What The Thunder Said: 19:00.
My favorite line: “those are pearls that were his eyes” exists at 3:00.
Has anyone else noticed that T. S. Eliot spelled backwards is Toilets? Life has a humor.