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Eliot is not asking the reader to stop liking what is new and only appreciate what is old. Rather, he is saying that if the reader looks honestly and unbiasedly at a poem, they will naturally find the best parts to be the traditional ones. Eliot claims that the past is immortal. This seems to mean that nothing in poetry is either new or old. Eliot makes one of his first paradoxical claims here, stating that what is traditional is also individual.