DPF / Eliot20

For days like this, from The Waste Land and Other Poems.

from The Waste Land: II. A Game of Chess / by T.S. Eliot

“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
“I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
“With my hair down, so. What shall we do
to-morrow?
“What shall we ever do?”

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