OK, how bad exactly are things in UK’s academia? When professors put lengthy quotes from T. S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land” in their automated signatures, including the verses “Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song” and “Their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors, departed, have left no addresses,” I begin to worry.
T.S. Eliot is a genius. But his poetry doesn’t normally make it into one’s signature unless one is very depressed. Or am I mistaken?

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