HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Tuesday, March 27, 2007
suddenly, she was excited, closed the book, with a resounding thud, gathered her things, and straightened her skirt, prepared to put the book back in the shelf.

Comments:
hey love. hope your break is going well. you must go to barcelona one day. there are flowers on the streets, trapped birds and the air smells like chocolate and thieves.
what do thieves smell like:)
have fun. you sound like you are.
they smell sneaky! hee hee.
argh im back in halls which is freaky quiet and horrible. =( what are you doing for break?

-nurul
chocolate and thieves sounds lovely. i had a one week break - just stayed in the city. it's not my break now. it's the last mth to finals. empty halls are terrible. fill the days with books and friends and cooking! we'll all meet in about 2-3 mths in singapore! the weather is hot. for a moment yesterday my mind jumped and i thought i was in singapore.


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