Sweet joy befall thee
" ‘I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.’ What does that mean, Mr. Marlowe?"

"Not a bloody thing. It just sounds good."
He smiled. "That is from the ‘Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’. Here’s another one: ‘In the room women come and go/Talking of Michael Angelo’. Does that suggest anything to you, sir?"
"Yeah — it suggests to me that the guy didn’t know very much about women."
"My sentiments exactly, sir. Nonetheless I admire T. S. Eliot very much."
"Did you say, ‘nonetheless’ ?"

The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

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