Men hiding in the upper room
Men hiding in the upper room
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
— T.S. Eliot, East Coker
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
— T.S. Eliot, East Coker