Mystery of the Two Ls
April 7, 2009
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
The Waste Land
T.S. Eliot 1922
Dear Friends and Long Suffering Readers:
Ah, April. Have you ever wondered why an intellect like Eliot would have spelled the word “cruelest” with two Ls? Each year at this time this mystery reemerges like spring lilacs, yet we remain, as before, no closer to a solution. Perhaps we’ll never know.
Let me offer, as consolation, a mystery that comes with a solution. “The Widow of Varenna” by yours truly can be read at Pine Tree Mysteries. http://pinetreemysteries.com/PTstories/PTschweizerpg1.html
Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidentall.
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
The Waste Land
T.S. Eliot 1922
Dear Friends and Long Suffering Readers:
Ah, April. Have you ever wondered why an intellect like Eliot would have spelled the word “cruelest” with two Ls? Each year at this time this mystery reemerges like spring lilacs, yet we remain, as before, no closer to a solution. Perhaps we’ll never know.
Let me offer, as consolation, a mystery that comes with a solution. “The Widow of Varenna” by yours truly can be read at Pine Tree Mysteries. http://pinetreemysteries.com/PTstories/PTschweizerpg1.html
Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidentall.
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