In the small circle of pain within the skull
You still shall tramp and tread one endless round
Of thought, to justify your action to yourselves,
Weaving a fiction which unravels as you weave,
Pacing forever in the hell of make-believe
Which never is belief: this is your fate on earth
And we must think no further of you.Thomas Stearns Eliot (T. S.)
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Eliot, Thomas Stearns (T. S.)
Elizabeth I of England
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