Doth it compare to yonder Hypo-potamus that theah ol' rivah hass?
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From: [log in to unmask] href="mailto:[log in to unmask]">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!