“There was something left that was more than the tales
Of old men on winter evenings.”

— T.S. Eliot

Choruses from The Rock (1934)
Context: In spite of all the dishonour,
the broken standards, the broken lives,
The broken faith in one place or another,
There was something left that was more than the tales
Of old men on winter evenings.

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“In spite of all the dishonour,
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