| “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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