I
"We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar" (. . .)
V
"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper. "
T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
"We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar" (. . .)
V
"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper. "
T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
2 comments:
Oh dear. This can't be good. I have no idea what the despair is about but you've got my attention.
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