{berets and bongos} 31;

“as she laughed i was aware of becoming involved

in her laughter and being part of it, until her

teeth were only accidental stars with a talent

for squad-drill. i was drawn in by short gasps,

inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally

in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by

the ripple of unseen muscles.   an elderly waiter

with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading

a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty

green iron table, saying: "if the lady and

gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,

if the lady and gentleman wish to take their

tea in the garden …"  i decided that if the

shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of

the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,

and i concentrated my attention with careful

subtlety to this end.”

-t.s. eliot, “hysteria.

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