Yale University Press, 207 pp., $30.00
T.S. Eliot thought of religion as 'the still point in the turning world,' 'the heart of light,' 'the crowned knot of fire,' 'the door we never opened'—something that remained inaccessible, perfect, and eternal, whether or not he or anyone else cared about it, something absolutely unlike the sordid transience of human life.
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