Do I dare to eat a peach?

It’s funny what you remember.

On an early PC, perhaps one of the first ones that included a CD-rom drive, I had an Encylopedia Brittanica program. Or, something along those lines. It included snippets of multimedia in its entries.

The thing I remember particularly enjoying – perhaps because I was fairly engaged with poetry at that age – and still very clearly ‘hear’ in my mind, was T. S. Eliot reciting the lines:

“I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”

I don’t believe I knew anything of the context of the poem it was taken from. The power, perhaps, was just that it was a snippet of the actual author’s voice. Someone who felt so very far removed from me in both time and place.

For some reason that voice, those words, came back to me this morning.

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