"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

A Stroll On The Beach: The Sun Also Sets


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

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.”

From The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock
T S Eliot 1888 – 1965


“Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see…
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me.”

Picture taken at sunset on Payyambalam beach, Kannur.

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