-T.S. Eliot, "The Wasteland"Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
“Jug Jug” to dirty ears.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
...and then Tyreus asked himself, "What do I know?"
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