I met T. S. Eliot yesterday darling.
I waited for him near the green door. People kept passing by me — rushing with their briefcases and handbags, their heads bent down, knowing only where they must go. I saw him coming towards me amid the crowd, slightly bent in his full suit and round-rimmed glasses. His face was still young but there was weariness in that face.
“I have been waiting for you for a long time,” I said, as he approached.