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T. S. Eliot

thomaseliot

About Me


As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: “If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden…” I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
"Hysteria," Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.

My Interests

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

I'd like to meet:

Hyacinth girls, old men in shirt sleeves, mermaids, et al.

Music:

Beethoven, mermaids singing each to each, Chopin (played by the latest Pole), and O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag. Really though, I like any music so long as it comes from a farther room.

Movies:

I am not particularaly keen on film, but when the magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen, I watched rather attentively.

Television:

Saved by the Bell

Books:

La Divina Commedia

Heroes:

Dante, Virgil, Homer, Shakespeare, Donne, Ezra Pound, Baudelaire, F.H. Bradley, Jean Verdanel and a few others.