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1 " And last, the rending pain of re-enactmentOf all that you have done, and been; the shameOf things ill done and done to others' harmWhich once you took for exercise of virtue.Then fools' approval stings, and honour stains. "
― T.S. Eliot , Little Gidding
2 " What we call the beginning is often the endAnd to make and end is to make a beginning.The end is where we start from. And every phrase And sentence that is right (where every word is at home, Taking its place to support the others,The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,An easy commerce of the old and the new,The common word exact without vulgarity, The formal word precise but not pedantic,The complete consort dancing together)Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, Every poem an epitaph. And any actionIs a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.We die with the dying: See, they depart, and we go with them. We are born with the dead: See, they return, and bring us with them. The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-treeAre of equal duration. A people without historyIs not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapelHistory is now and England. "