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.
Come for for the pronunciation, stay for the cutting remarks.
I wish election commentary would be this exciting in our own time. Oh well.
I know this is not this blog’s standard fare. It’s usually heavier. Sadder. Sometimes I worry that my self-conscious attention to producing quality material evolves into the cancer called pretention. Other times I worry that for a blog it’s not too personal. These things are supposed to be personal, right?
This clip is easily one of the funniest sketches I’ve ever seen.