April is the cruellest month
Wednesday, March 31st, 2004I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. … Please allow me this diversion of the first few lines of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. Oh. I understand your disappointment now. You expected an April [...]