Eliot generally looks with disregard at those who try to criticize him. The notes he puts are in response to an insistence that his poem be lengthened, and can be read with a sarcastic tone. Many other notes, including his note on the tarot cards in which he admits to not understanding the composition of the deck and manipulating it to his will, showcase Eliot's view of this work as uniquely his own with little regard to critical or consensus opinion of it. However, the preface goes on to say that the hypocritical reader is one's second self. Eliot, in engaging in creating a work that contains so many references and ideals is bound to contradict himself. He is bound to give two ideas that are inherently contradictory equal standing in his poem. However, just as readers may criticize his work and in so doing be hypocritical, the work is hypocritical in and of itself. As Seven Old Men ends in saying, "In vain my reason tried to cross the bar,
The whirling storm but drove her back again;
And my soul tossed, and tossed, an outworn wreck,
Mastless, upon a monstrous, shoreless sea."
Eliot tries to take a sea of media and history and human art and condense it into one narrative. The piece, however, is a piece that depicts a wasteland. It is one soul, one artwork, against the monstrous and shoreless sea of society at large and the social perception of art.