For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice,
—T. S. Eliot, Section II of Quartet no. 4 “Little Gidding,” lines 118-119, from Four Quartets (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1943)
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice,
—T. S. Eliot, Section II of Quartet no. 4 “Little Gidding,” lines 118-119, from Four Quartets (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1943)
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