Someday Benjamin Alexander Weebit, the poet met Eliot.
— Are you also a poet by any chance? — he asked.
— I do happen to write from time to time. — Eliot answered.
— Anything published?
— Never, — Eliot replied, frankly.
— That’s okay. Read classicists, learn from the masters. I have not achieved everything overnight either.
Next year, after learning that Eliot has failed to mention his teacher’s name in Eliot’s Nobel speech, Benjamin Alexander sadly noted:
— Eliot may have some certain abilities, but there is no gratitude amongst them…