Good Friday no. 2

The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

from T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, “East Coker” IV:21-25 (1940) [link] [link].

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