the hush hush

cafe is the noisiest cafe on earth. They serve a decent chicken tandori salad though.

I feel like giving you a great poem from Edgar Allan Poe (1831). It's about me, and it's very famous! I guess that means that I am famous as well. I guess I can endure it, even though I did not ask for it.

TO HELEN

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!


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