T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
(Mariner Books, 1968)
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning…
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning…
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