"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden."
"The detail of the pattern is movement"
"And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality."
"Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness."
"Here is a place of disaffection"
"Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude"
"At the still point of the turning world."
[Όλα τα παραπάνω αποσπάσματα και πάλι από το Burnt Norton, Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot σε ένα ίσως και παραμορφωτικό δικό μου ανακάτεμα.]