T.S. Eliot reads: The Waste Land

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

My reading:

Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came by Robert Browning

My first thought was, he lied in every word

My reading:

The Walrus & The Carpenter By Lewis Carroll: Narrated & Animated By Hugh...

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things..."