If one can referee a man by his verse, TS Eliot was a man obsessed with desolation, breakdown and despair (1). Many of his works had topics of hopelessness and aridity, culminating in The Waste Land. His verse, not less than until his alteration to Anglo-Catholicism, has, by some detractors, been glimpsed as a sort of individual seek for something: possibly, salvation, belief or hope.(2) This seek is blended (in his poetry) with disillusionment and pessimism verging on hopelessness. We find this desolate countryside even in his early verse, for example
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