"So, here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only to learn to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it."
(East Coker, Stanza V)
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