hahahaha this so isn't going behind a cut
"Portrait of a Lady", T.S. Eliot (1917):
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself - as it will seem to do -
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
Yo Bro, you're not from the Borough;
You're not from the manor,
You're not from the ends.
Where d'you get this number from?
Oh you're a w*nker. I've given your number to the police.
I know you were. Didn't sound like it.
He's just one of those people; he just likes driving buses.
What the hell are you doing in here?
You don't just WALK in off the STREETS!
And so the conversation slips;
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingle with remote cornets
And begins.