Википедия рулит рулём.
One evening Eliot read from [The Waste Land] poem to the Royal Family during WWII. Years later, the Queen Mother recalled the evening:
We had this rather lugubrious man in a suit, and he read a poem… I think it was called The Desert. And first the girls [Elizabeth and Margaret] got the giggles and then I did and then even the King.
P.S. Вид с другой стороны.
Lines for Cuscuscaraway and Mirza Murad Ali Beg
How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot! With his features of clerical cut, And his brow so grim And his mouth so prim And his conversation, so nicely Restricted to What Precisely And If and Perhaps and But. How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot! With a bobtail cur In a coat of fur And a porpentine cat And a wopsical hat: How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot! (Whether his mouth be open or shut).
