11°C. Heavy rain.
After "My life in verse"(BBC2), TS Eliot is fresher. Reading "The love song of Alfred Prufrock" now.
Best approach this like a song, go over it time and time again, let it grow in my conscience like good music does:
Let us go then, you and I,
when the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets
Of restless nights on one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells
The muttering retreats.
when the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets
Of restless nights on one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells
The muttering retreats.
Great start.
Micycle 