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T. S. Eliot’s sex life. Do we really want to go there? It is a sad and desolate place. Eliot was twenty-six and, almost certainly, a frustrated virgin when, in 1915, he married Vivienne Haigh-Wood, an Englishwoman he had known for three months. Haigh-Wood was a medically and emotionally vexed person. Her troubles included irregular and frequent menstruation, migraines, neuralgia, panic attacks, and, eventually, addiction to her medication, particularly to ether. She was pretty, ambitious, and (on her better days) vivacious. Eliot was handsome, ambitious, and the opposite of vivacious. “Exquisite and listless,” Bertrand Russell described him when he met the Eliots for dinner two weeks after the marriage. “She says she married him in order to stimulate him, but finds she can’t do it. Obviously he married in order to be stimulated. I think she will soon be tired of him.” [Louis Menand, “The Women Come And Go”, The New Yorker, 30.09.2002]
Who won the Civil War? You’d have a hard time finding out at Gettysburg. Sure, there are plenty of artifacts in the dilapidated vistor center: cases full of gray and blue uniforms, fading regimental flags, and rows of shining rifles. Step outside, and you’ll learn about the flanking movements and angles of fire, the storied charges and tactical gambits that decided the momentous three day battle. The 1,320 monuments, markers, and memorials that dot the fields of Gettysburg National Military Park pay special attention to troop movements and casualty lists, emphasizing the valor and courage of those who fought. Only a few mention the preservation of the Union; none celebrate the end of slavery. [Andrew Curry, “The better angels. Why Americans are still fighting over who was right and who was wrong in the Civil War”, USnews, 30.09.2002]