Here I am, an old man in a dry month, being read to by a boy, waiting for the rain, I was niether at the hot gates, Nor fought in the warm rain. Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass, bitten by flies, fought. My house is a decayed house, and the Jew squats on the window sill.

-T.S. Eliot

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