a game of chess

“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
You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember 
        I remember 
                Those are pearls that were his eyes. 125
“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?” 
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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