and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
T. S. EliotAn election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
T. S. EliotI suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.
T. S. Eliot