I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use them for your closer contact?
T. S. EliotBefore a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.
T. S. Eliot