And it would have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball.
To roll it toward some overwhelming question.
>t.s. eliot/ from the lovesong of j. alfred prufrock
