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On Sat, Dec 16, 2017 at 11:58 AM Rickard A. Parker <[log in to unmask]>
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> T. S. Eliot - He Do the Police in Different Voices - Today in Literature
> www.todayinliterature.com/today.asp?Search_Date=12/15/2017
> ‎
> 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!)....
>