Monday, April 14, 2003
Eliot, T. S. 1922. The Waste Land Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole. Mentioned in Middlesex (by one Mr. G. Eugenides) but I didn't quite believe it. The Waste Land is one of those weird magical looking-glasses that somehow manages to contain everything inside it...
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