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The chill ascends from feet to knees, The fever sings in mental wires. If to be warmed, then I must freeze And quake in frigid purgatorial fires Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars. The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood – Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good. --T.S. Eliot, East Coker
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 20:59:28 +0000

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