ABSTRACT
I heard of Bion’s death at a time when I was re-reading Four Quartets, enjoying its familiar beauty and depth and logic, skipping an obscurity here and there, and once again being startled by some discomforting subtlety that had previously been beyond my grasp (I have heard people say that they have read and re-read Attention and Interpretation in the same way). In the last part of East Coker, the second of the Quartets, ‘Where each venture is a new beginning’, I found what seemed to be a fitting epitaph for Bion. I also realized that these two men, Eliot and Bion, although having undertaken different tasks in life, actually shared a similar approach to these tasks, and to the world in which they lived and worked.
