And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling, Undisciplined squads of emotion.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  Four Quartets,'East Coker', pt.5.

Hidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer, This land stares at the sun in a huge silence Endlessly repeating something we cannot hear. Inarticulate, arctic, Not written on by history, emptyas paper, It leans away from the world with songs in its lakes Older than love, and lost in the miles. 722

-Scott, F(rancis) R(eginald)
  Of Canada.'Laurentian Shield'.