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,
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
-"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" T.S. Eliot
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