Black Hood (The Black Hood #1)
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“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.“Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.“What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?“I never know what you are thinking. Think.” I think we are in rats’ alleyWhere the dead men lost their bones. “What is that noise?” The wind under the door.“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?” Nothing again nothing.“Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember“Nothing?” I rememberThose are pearls that were his eyes.“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?” Butthat Shakespeherian Rag—It’s so elegantSo intelligent“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street“With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?“What shall we ever do?” The hot water at ten.And if it rains, a closed car at four.And we shall play a game of chess,Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. – T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land Love is not a war. It’s a Chess game.