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Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go through certain half-deserted streets, the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument of insidious intent to lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit.