in the mud. T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets. Don't know if it was original with him, though.
His poems don't do much for me, by the way.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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"There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic." -- from Diane Setterfield's "The Thirteenth Tale"
in the mud. T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets. Don't know if it was original with him, though.
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