"Treading that instinctual graviation between the conspicuously, near magnetic eschatology of the pit's 'accessibility' and the pendulum's Anglican apologia of our own lost period, Edmund Custard's Sash Fiction (Black Queen: 1966) intuitively perceives the semantic ingenuity missing from the majority of works since Hooker, and commands an authority of persistent philosophical and theological deference that revokes the rich speech of 'Little Gidding' and turns us to the cathode ray as our new Messiah."
- Geoffrey Hill
"A lot more papery than I seem to remember books being."
- Harold Bloom
