minute to minute of horror
2009 November 7
[Guardian] “I am worn out. I cannot go on,” [Eliot] lamented a little histrionically as early as March 1923, but he still had a long way to go on. February 1925 found him “at the blackest moment of my life”, but in reality there were blacker moments still to come. “So life is simply from minute to minute of horror,” he wrote to Virginia Woolf. (read reviews of The Letters of TS Eliot Vol. 2 1923-1925 in the Guardian or TLS)
