Tuesday, January 31, 2006

There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the making of a toast and tea.


-T.S Eliot: The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock

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