T. S. Eliot,
The Criterion
(1926)
“ It is not merely that there is not enough good literature, even good second-rate literature, to fill the pages of any review; or that in a purely literary review the work of a man of genius may appear almost side by side with some miserable counterfeit of his own style. The profounder objection is the impossibility of defining the frontiers, or limiting the context of 'literature'. Even the purest literature is alimented from non-literary sources, and has non-literary consequences. Pure literature is a chimera of sensation ”
