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Favorite Long Quote/Extract If there's one thing I hate, it's a long poem. And if there's another thing
I hate, it's a poem wherein the poet refuses to tell you what the hell he's
talking about. For example, when I was an English major in college, we spent
weeks trying to get a handle on an extremely dense poem called The Waste
Land by T.S. Eliot, only to conclude, after endless droning hours of
classroom discussion, that the poem was expressing angst about the modern
era. I felt like calling Eliot up and saying, "Listen, T.S., the next time
you want to express angst, just EXPRESS it, okay? Just say 'Yo! I'm feeling
some angst over here!'"
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