By ‘the Permanent Things’ [T. S. Eliot] meant those elements in the human condition that give us our nature, without which we are as the beasts that perish. They work upon us all in the sense that both they and we are bound up in that continuity of belief and institution called the great mysterious incorporation of the human race.
How Daniel Flynn found Frank Meyer’s lost papers is a story almost as remarkable as Meyer’s life itself. Bill Meehan captures it well in this review: