I am moved by fancies that are curled                    Around these images, and cling:                    The notion of some infinitely gentle                    Infinitely suffering thing.
                   —T. S. Eliot, from “Preludes” lines 48-52 (1917)

                    I am moved by fancies that are curled
                    Around these images, and cling:
                    The notion of some infinitely gentle
                    Infinitely suffering thing.

                   —T. S. Eliot, from “Preludes” lines 48-52 (1917)

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Medium Aevum: Pangur Ban

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In the 9th century, an Irish monk living in Reichenau on Lake Constance revealed his humor, learning, and love for his little white cat in a poem he wrote there.

I and Pangur Ban my cat, ‘Tis a like task we are at,
Hunting mice is his delight, Hunting words I sit all night
‘Tis a merry thing to…

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