Srader,+Doyle+W.

Doyle Srader
Debated 1981-1992. Coached 1992-1999, Baylor, Georgia, Arizona State. Judged 1992-2005, off and on. Very not current, but very caught up on sleep.

__You, and your arguing__

Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations Its divisions and precisions, -T. S. Eliot, //Rhapsody On A Windy Night//

And I must borrow every changing shape To find expression … dance, dance Like a dancing bear, Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape. - T.S. Eliot, //Portrait of a Lady//

HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said. Others can pick and choose if you can't. - T.S. Eliot, //The Waste Land//

Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rat's feet over broken glass In our dry cellar - T.S. Eliot, //The Hollow Men//

__Me, and my deciding__

HERE I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. - T.S. Eliot, //Gerontion//

I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots. -T. S. Eliot, //Preludes//

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”- If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.” - T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. -T. S. Eliot, //Mr. Apollinax//

__This, and the difference it makes__

I saw the ’potamus take wing Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing The praise of God, in loud hosannas. -T. S. Eliot, //The Hippopotamus//