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maudlinity we are reading can sometimes be heard in the velleity and dearths
of our own lives, Chopinique or otherwise, and be administered as such by
the strings, or cornets, or tom-toms that are featured in Eliot's verse.
There is always Paris in the Spring, of course, but I always recommend the
slightly off-kilter parts of the 5th and 6th Arrondissements per ces. The Portrait of a Lady was first printed in 1915. |
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