“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. | |
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. | |
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? | |
I never know what you are thinking. Think.” | |
I think we are in rats’ alley | 115 |
Where the dead men lost their bones. | |
“What is that noise?” | |
The wind under the door. | |
“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?” | |
Nothing again nothing. | 120 |
“Do | |
You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember | |
Nothing?” | |
I remember | |
Those are pearls that were his eyes. | 125 |
“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?” | |
But | |
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag— | |
It’s so elegant | |
So intelligent | 130 |
“What shall I do now? What shall I do? | |
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street | |
With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow? | |
What shall we ever do?” | |
The hot water at ten. | 135 |
And if it rains, a closed car at four. | |
And we shall play a game of chess, | |
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. |
- T. S. Eliot, excerpt from "The Wasteland: II. A Game of Chess"
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