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— T. S. Eliot"Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain."
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Go on writing plays, my boy, One of these days one of these London producers will go into his office and say to his secretary, "Is there a play from Shaw this morning?" and when she says, "No," he will say, "Well, then we'll have to start on the rubbish." And that's your chance, my boy.
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