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Shelley on the persistence of memory

"You inhabit a spot, which before you inhabit it, is as indifferent to you as any other spot upon earth, and when, persuaded by some necessity, you think to leave it, you leave it not; it clings to you—and with memories of things, which, in your experience of them, gave no such promise..."

Again, a parallel of Eliot. Do you hear an echo of Preludes in the last phrases? I do, very distinctly. It is my theory that the two had very similar views. It is not my first time to link Eliot to the Romantics. I wrote an English thesis on his similarity to Waterhouse, though my professor thought it invalid.

Also, Shelley's Alastor and Eliot's Prufrock are so similar it seems Love Song must have been written as some kind of response to The Spirit of Solitude.

To say nothing of my own similar and somewhat violent connection to Shelley's passage. I have spent months of my life, altogether, reflecting on just that. I explained it better in a voice post I will share, recorded this weekend, when I make over Winter Light into a podcast.

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