'-And so the conversation slips Among velleities and carefully caught regrets Through attenuated tones of violins Mingled with remote coronets And begins.' -Portrait of a Lady, by T.S. Eliot
'-And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote coronets
And begins.'
-Portrait of a Lady, by T.S. Eliot