T. S. Eliot - He Do the Police in Different Voices - Today in Literature
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This finishes with the following:

James Joyce seems to have had more fun with his shot at The Waste Land. These are the beginning lines of a poem he included in a letter written in 1925, after spending a rainy few days at a Rouen hotel:

      Rouen is the rainiest place getting
      Inside all impermeables, wetting
      Damp marrow in drenched bones.
      Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans
      Our inn at Niort was the Grape of Burgundy

      But the winepress of the Lord thundered over that
      grape of Burgundy
      And we left in a hurgundy.
      (Hurry up, Joyce, it's time!)....