Aaaaaaah!....I spy with barely contained glee, an 'Elliottian'!

Here's Elliot then, on a midnight moon:

Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations
Its divisions and precisions
- T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a windy night