[mojito]

This essay by Eliot was going to be published in the New Republic by Edmund Wilson in 1926, but due to some mishaps the English manuscript was lost and never published; a French version of the essay was in 1927.

[Dr. Sivana]

He really has it in for D.H. Lawrence:

When his characters make love – or perform Mr. Lawrence’s equivalent for love-making – and they do nothing else – they not only lose all the amenities, refinements and graces which many centuries have built up in order to make love-making tolerable; they seem to reascend the metamorphoses of evolution, passing backward beyond ape and fish to some hideous coition of protoplasm.

[jobim]

Thank you for this! I have saved it to my files. Hawthorne, James, and Eliot in the same article, on FR no less, is a treasure. These masters of the writing craft have something important to say via some of the greatest prose and poetry ever written.