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Okay... tell me why I love T. S. Eliot so much. He was a pretentious fuck, with a cockney accent. BUT I LOVE THE MAN. I WOULD HAVE HIS CHILDREN.
"Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
***
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense,
To seize and clutch and penetrate;
Expert beyond experience..."
The first part refers to Wordsworth. BAHAHA, Eliot says EXACTLY WHAT WE ARE THINKING BUT WON'T SAY. And of course, the second part's about Donne, whose coolness has impressed both Eliot and myself.
And the language he uses is so sexy, apart from being hilariously witty.
"Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
***
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense,
To seize and clutch and penetrate;
Expert beyond experience..."
The first part refers to Wordsworth. BAHAHA, Eliot says EXACTLY WHAT WE ARE THINKING BUT WON'T SAY. And of course, the second part's about Donne, whose coolness has impressed both Eliot and myself.
And the language he uses is so sexy, apart from being hilariously witty.