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Mar. 27th, 2007 09:13 pmYou know, I always hate T.S. Eliot ... until I read him aloud.
Seriously, go and recite "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" aloud to yourself. You'll feel better.
(Also, odds are good that your cat will come to gaze at you in wonder, and your roommate may think you mad as you wander the halls declaiming ... but that is neither here nor there.)
Seriously, go and recite "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" aloud to yourself. You'll feel better.
(Also, odds are good that your cat will come to gaze at you in wonder, and your roommate may think you mad as you wander the halls declaiming ... but that is neither here nor there.)