"How should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… "
-- T.S. Eliot
"How should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… "
-- T.S. Eliot
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