Little Gidding Summary

In the first part, the narrator explains that midwinter spring is its own season. The windless cold is the heart's heat. There is no wind except the Pentecostal fire. Between melting and freezing, the soul's sap quivers. The narrator wonders when summer will come. If one comes this way in May, it is the same; what one thinks they come for is only a husk. They either have no purpose or their purpose is beyond the end that they figured and is altered in fulfillment. There are other places at the world's end, but this place, in England, is the nearest. No matter when one comes here, the place is the same. One does not come to verify, instruct oneself, inform one's curiosity or carry a report to others. One comes here to kneel and pray. The dead, being dead, can...