Saturday, November 6, 2010

Pilgrimage


Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights...

[T. S. Eliot, 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock']

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