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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock BY T. S. ELIOT - Of Whiskey and Words
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 …
Todd Smidt