The dripping blood our only drink
The bloody flesh our only food
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound substantial flesh and blood
Again in spite of that we call this Friday good.
T.S. Eliot
The dripping blood our only drink
The bloody flesh our only food
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound substantial flesh and blood
Again in spite of that we call this Friday good.
T.S. Eliot