I grow old... I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
Only teasing. ;) I love the Four Quartets - "Footfalls echo in the memory" etc.
There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall
Some more lines of Eliot:
I grow old... I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
Only teasing. ;) I love the Four Quartets - "Footfalls echo in the memory" etc.