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Bill,

On Pascal, T.S. Eliot, “Introduction” Pensées, 1958 English translation:

“…I can think of no Christian writer, not Newman even, more to be commended than Pascal to those who doubt, but who have the mind to conceive, and the sensibility to feel, the disorder, the futility, the meaninglessness, the mystery of life and suffering, and who can only find peace through a satisfaction of the whole being.”

(https://englewoodreview.org/t-s-eliot-introduction-to-blaise-pascals-pensees/)

Vito

I’m one for two. Figures. The Confessions just don’t do it for me, for whatever reason. Maybe it’s overexposure. Maybe it’s the style or genre.

But Pensées is a revelation, every time.

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