(...)

- My nerves are bad to-night. 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' alley
Where 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 remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
- Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head? -

But

(...)


T.S Eliot, The Waste Land