"I inscribe this book to S.D. — English,
innumerable, and an Angel.
Also: I offer her that kernel of myself that I
have saved, somehow— the central heart that
deals not in words, traffics not with dreams,
and is untouched by time, by joy, by
My favorite inscription, to date.
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
-T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock