Let Us Go, Through Certain Half-deserted Streets,
The Muttering Retreats
Of Restless Nights In One-night Cheap Hotels
And Sawdust Restaurants With Oyster-shell
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
-- T. S. Eliot, "Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
