From: elizabeg	Date: July 19th, 2005 12:09 pm (UTC)		(LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
	I am stealing that photograph above--melancholy icon, what I have to miss.

There is nothing like that building to the moment when the storm is just about to break, when it does break across some reach just out of town. Nothing.

I've always been a little sad not to know Eliot as well as I would like. What's always stayed with me is that part of in "A Game of Chess" where the wind is bad, comes reaching all up under doors. "What thinking? What?" the thing I just can't shake. Etc. But I love the wind that's sweeping in these lines as well. So much.