Monday, June 23, 2008

Time for romance!

This passage from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot is often how I feel about Ms. Bloom.

"Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence."

No need to address the rest of the piece, just these lines will suffice.

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