Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question โฆ 10 Oh, do not ask, โWhat is it?โ Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
T. S. EliotNo! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculousโ Almost, at times, the Fool.
T. S. EliotBetween the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.
T. S. Eliot