Kabacki

From Richard

 Note also T. S. Eliot, in ‘The Four Quartets, Little Giddings’

 

… we shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring 

Will to be arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time

Through the unknown, remembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known because not looked for

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

Between two waves of the sea

Quick now, here, now, always

A condition of complete simplicity

(Costing not less than everything)

And all shall be well

All manner of thing shall be well

When the tongues of flame are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire

And the fire and the rose are one

Salmon soup, itp

Moomins country