“The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates; the more perfectly will the mind digest and translate the passions which are its material.
—T. S. Eliot, from “Tradition and the Individual Talent” in The Sacred Wood (Routledge, 1920)
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