"April
is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
“But don't talk to me about the weather....Whenever people talk to me
about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else.
And that makes me quite nervous.”
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