I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their... - T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
"I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones."
"I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones."
"April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain."
"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think."