Or other testimony of summer nights.
Fragmented rubbish from drunken summer nights, spent coursing with nymphs.
Interestingly enough, Eliot’s catalogue of the debris drifting down the Thames does not explicitly contain what one would expect to spy floating on the currents..
One can certainly imagine spotting the occasional used and discarded condom floating along with the
“other testimonies of summer nights”
nights spent with “the nymphs.”
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