For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice,—T. S. Eliot, Section II of Quartet no. 4 “Little Gidding,” lines 118-119, from Four Quartets (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1943)
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice,—T. S. Eliot, Section II of Quartet no. 4 “Little Gidding,” lines 118-119, from Four Quartets (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1943)