T.S. Eliot: The Waste Land (1922)

’Tis April.  Which may or may not be “the cruellest month”. But I felt it was a good excuse to post this.

Disclaimer: My conversational German, Italian and Sanskrit are a bit rusty, but I’m fairly confident with the French (and most of the English) phrases.

(As I said in my Finnegans Wake post last month: “Read with authority and no one will call your bluff.”)

Shantih.