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")