Read To Me – Day Seventeen

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot [Excerpt] Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: […]

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