Practical Cats.

What comes to your mind when you think of T. S. Eliot?

“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table…”
“April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain…”
Good stuff, all of it, but what springs to my mind happens to be

An illustration by Edward Gorey, 1982.

“When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.”
Oh, yes. Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, besides inspiring one of the most truly disturbing Broadway shows of all time, happens to be one of my favorite ways to get into a certain frivolous frame of mind. Good lord, I’m alliterating.
Here’s a Spotify playlist of the entire book being read by Eliot himself! I just love his voice, don’t you? Absolutely perfect.
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