'I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterated some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired
Are these ideas right or wrong?' -A Portrait of a Lady, by T.S. Eliot
'I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterated some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired
Are these ideas right or wrong?'
-A Portrait of a Lady, by T.S. Eliot