...wake us, and we drown." Here is Eliot himself directing the exquisitely and thoroughly built thing: "His laughter was submarine and profound Like the...the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf." To come to our final like, which it must be admitted is also our largest — we like that no however...

...upon the beach . . . The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old...the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf. Comparable images, of water and underwater, of rain and river and sea, continue to appear throughout...

...the palace of Mrs Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah's He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea's Hidden under coral islands 10 Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf....

...figure, so disruptive of polite social conventions and afternoon tea, is conveyed in an underwater image: His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old...the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf. (which in turn is to be echoed in Part IV of The Waste Land, 'Death by Water'). Many of the stylistic...

...visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea's I looked for the head of Mr Apollinax rolling under a chair Or grinning over a screen With seaweed...

...the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Ghanning-Cheetah's He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea's . . . I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair Or grinning over a screen With seaweed...

...the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor ChanningCheetah's He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea's 10 Hidden under coral islands Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,4...

...unfolds, unfolds perhaps because it allures, pursued by a poet who may have no choice but to pursue it: His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old...the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf. The title of Eliot's first volume appropriates the naturalist rhetoric of Zola and the prestige of...

...ideas that are transformed by Eliot's great linguistic gifts into an image of disconcerting beauty: 'His laughter was submarine and profound / Like the...the green silence, / Dropping from fingers of surf.' It is partly the incomparably judged fifteen-syllable line — whose extended horizontal stands for...