2013-04-21 / 02:02:50 / Citat

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 in one-night cheap hotels
and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
streets that follow like a tedious argument of insidious intent.
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
 The love song of J Alfred Prufrock - T.S. Eliot

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