The Waste Land
"My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak." (111-114)
[…] The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
Departed, have left no addresses. (179-181)
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison (414-416)