From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Thu May 26 15:22:13 1994
Okay, then, here we go...
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There are flood and drouth
Over the eyes and in the mouth,
Dead Water and Dead Sand
Contendingf for the upper hand
The Parched Eviscerate soil
Gapes at the vanity of toil
Laughs without mirth
    This is the death of earth
--T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding

BADGER01
Matthew Rossi
'And so he became a dancer before God."
---T.S. Eliot, The Death of Saint Narcissus