Doth it compare to yonder Hypo-potamus that theah ol' rivah hass?

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  From: Chokh Raj 
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  Sent: Monday, May 07, 2012 12:01 PM
  Subject: Re: Objective Correlative in Eliot's Poetry (was Re: OT - Chapel Perilous)

  ''which shall be the formula of that particular emotion'' 

                                           "Son of man,     
        You cannot say, or guess, for you know only  
        A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,  
        And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,  
        And the dry stone no sound of water." 

        "O City City, I can sometimes hear  
         Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,     
         The pleasant whining of a mandoline  
         And a clatter and a chatter from within  
         Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls  
         Of Magnus Martyr hold  
         Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold."    

        This elephant bounces quite gracefully, Peter.
        And it takes off too!