“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad.
Stay with me.
Speak to me.
Why do you never speak. Speak.
What are you thinking of?
What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.”

I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.

(Thomas Stearns Eliot, "A game of chess")

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