Roger,
So much depends .... upon the way we met the work.
I met Eliot's poetry when my big brother was laughing at it and I was young and hungry for things like poetry which were not in my daily world. I stole my brother's book and absorbed the poetry, saw that my brother was wrong and am indelibly imprinted with that undeniably important experience.
I value that moment of discovery. I make no other claims for Eliot. He showed me new ways of being. That's all I need from him.
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