Another question is: Why is the man the only one offering a greeting? I suppose it's a mercy NASA didn't have the woman chained to a cooker as well as submissively staring at her beau.
allow me to introduce myself. I am J Alfred Prufrock, the executor of Timothy Sterns Eliot. No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two. I am contacting you as the relative named in Mr Elliott's will. A sum of $37 million awaits you in a bank account here in Nigeria. To transfer the money to you I require your bank details, address, credit card number and your views on the works of Ezra Pound. I also will need a sum of $4,000 to help with local expenses - a small investment given the blessed blessings you will receive. (And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor And this, and so much more?) Time is most urgent (In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse) so please be quick to send me everything. When I have your details we will arrange to meet here in Nigeria to meet a banking acquaintance to complete the exchange. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit.
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Another question is: Why is the man the only one offering a greeting? I suppose it's a mercy NASA didn't have the woman chained to a cooker as well as submissively staring at her beau.
Blessed friend,
... Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit.
allow me to introduce myself. I am J Alfred Prufrock, the executor of Timothy Sterns Eliot. No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two. I am contacting you as the relative named in Mr Elliott's will. A sum of $37 million awaits you in a bank account here in Nigeria. To transfer the money to you I require your bank details, address, credit card number and your views on the works of Ezra Pound. I also will need a sum of $4,000 to help with local expenses - a small investment given the blessed blessings you will receive. (And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor And this, and so much more?) Time is most urgent (In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse) so please be quick to send me everything. When I have your details we will arrange to meet here in Nigeria to meet a banking acquaintance to complete the exchange. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question
May God Bless You,
JA Prufrock
I'm David Talbot, editor of Salon. You're just the type of free-thinking writer we want! How's $200K to start?
Make sure he pays you your salary in advance. In cash. In low denomination, non-sequential notes.