TS Eliot

Everyone says it's a date. I'm still not sure, I think I will only know when I get there.

Anyway, as we were working out logistics, where/when to meet, what do we look like etc, he sent me this in his email:

“No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

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.”

- which is from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by TS Eliot.

So I sent him an almost blank email with "TS Eliot" as the subject and a footer that read "(you put me in a Catch 22 mood)", referring to the passage in 'Catch 22' where ex-PFC Wintergreen starts a ludricrous phone prank. The email is the equivalent prank of the 21st century. (I am such a nerd...).

Today he replied with "Was there meant to be something attached to this message in all that white space... or is it cryptic?", to which I replied "Scroll down". After that, nothing. I'm afraid my esoteric sense of humour fails again.

Seriously, though, if you got an email like that, wouldn't you go and Google "Catch 22" and "TS Eliot" together? Maybe people don't have as much time on their hands as me.

Although I don't have that much time, actually, I really need to get back to my TAFE assignment due tomorrow.