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1 " That poem you like, how does it end?”He knows how it ends. He’s looked it up by now, that’s why he asks.But I answer him anyway.“‘We have lingered in the chambers of the sea, by sea-girls wreathedwith seaweed red and brown, till human voices wake us, and we drown.’”Eliot shakes his head. “It does not need the last three words. The lastthree words are wrong.”I laugh at his correcting a Nobel prize-winning poet, but I agree. Iknow what drowning feels like. It doesn’t need water. And human voices,if they say the right things, can save you.“Eliot, do you have a pen I can borrow?”I can feel him smiling in the dark, and we watch the sea caress thesand.“That man in the poem, Mr. Prufrock, he was a coward, wasn’t he?”Eliot says.My answer to his question is the same as his answer to mine. "
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