Not with a bang but a whimper

I think Eliot is mostly right.  Many do not - evidently even he revoked the idea - because they see an explosion ending the world.

Worlds, societies, networks, friendships, love affairs.  Their endings may start with a bomb, but there is always some measure of life in the rubble, and it isn't until that life dies, until there's nothing, no talk, no love, no life, that it's over.  And that sounds to me like a whimper.