People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.

Before a Cat will condescend To treat you as a trusted friend, Some little token of esteem Is needed, like a dish of cream; And you might now and then supply Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie, Some potted grouse, or salmon paste — He's sure to have his personal taste. (I know a Cat, who makes a habit Of eating nothing else but rabbit, And when he's finished, licks his paws So's not to waste the onion sauce.) A Cat's entitled to expect These evidences of respect. And so in time you reach your aim, And finally call him by his name.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.