Prufrock and Other Observations

<h2><SPAN name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"></SPAN> Hysteria </h2> <p>As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and<br/> being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a<br/> talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at<br/> each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her<br/> throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter<br/> with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked<br/> cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: &ldquo;If the lady and<br/> gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and<br/> gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden ...&rdquo; I decided that<br/> if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments<br/> of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention<br/> with careful subtlety to this end.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />