And now for something completely different...
Via Sean Doyle, who's wife, convinced him at age 39 to just pursue training in positive psychology rather than pursue a sports car or a younger woman...
I don't find myself encountering poetry that much in my day to day. This T.S. Eliot guy seems to be very good at it:
LET us go then, you and I,Read the rest of the poem here.
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
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?”
Let us go and make our visit.
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