Saturday, 22 December 2007

but there is also the refined voice - so familiar, so close, always here - whispering to my ear:

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

T.S. Eliot, from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock")

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