T.S.Eliot London Times Literary Supplement 1921 review of Metaphysical Lyrics and Poems of the Seventeenth Century by Herbert Grierson
Such is the blessing, such is the curse of the mind that connects. The new wholes form and demand elaboration and from that comes the poetry; poetry as in making, making as in that of the world. A step in one direction lies madness, a step in another lies the novel, novel as in the newly creative and novel as in the label in vogue for a lengthy fiction not obviously broken into stanzas or some other recognizable poetic form. Proust spent a million words preparing me for the connections at the end of the book, the book many know and few read, his book of memory, his book of making. I spent a hundred thousand preparing the pun at the end of The Canterbury Tales in Neverland, the line that forms a new whole from a book of memory and worlds made.