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
       
	          
 
      
     
            
	  
	  
	 
	      
      	  
      
          
      
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  haroun and the sea of stories !
          
        
      
		
          beautiful, and hilarious.