reminder of what men choose to forget

[bedlamsbard]

I know I've said this before, but T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets define my Narnia writing. It surprises me every time I reread them -- usually looking for phrases that will work as titles (as I happen to be doing now), and a lotof my fic takes titles from Eliot. "Long Forgotten Wars", all five parts of "In Constellated Wars", "Old Timber to New Fires", "Such Deliberate Disguises" -- those are all from the Four Quartets.

I mean, isn't this such a Narnia statement?

The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell, a time
Older than the time of chronometers, older
Than time counted by anxious worried women
Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending;
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,
Clangs
The bell.

"Time not our time..." *shivers*