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22:52, 23 Oct 2014
great comp guys

13:20, 14 Feb 2014
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain.

10:20, 11 Feb 2014
One of the most evocative passages from T. S. Eliot:

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.