i'm trying to remember how eliot's rhapsody on a windy night goes. i should look it up. i don't know why i suddenly want to read it. wasn't there something - about - a crab - only i may be making this up. a cat in a gutter and rancid butter. i'm not making that up am i? and something about a woman in a doorway and a torn hem. and a moon and a streetlamp that said one o'clock. or something. i shall go look.