THERE WILL BE TIME
PondHawk, in a comment at Dot Earth, writes:
I had a long discussion with a relative who doubts global warming. ... Finally, he pointed out the nearest oceanside city isn't flooded with sea water. I quit the discussion then, after saying, 'So you're going to wait until cities are flooded? That's way too late.' I find it frustrating to talk to people with that frame of mind.
Me too! Indeed, those comments always make me think of lines from Eliot's great poem:
... indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
(with apologies to T.S. Eliot)
The only thing that doesn't work in this imagery is that it's not about women "talking of Michelangelo." It's pretty serious guys in suits talking about nonsense.
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