I'll have to decline as I like flavor along with the buzz: dark Indian rum and coke; gin, Rose's lime cordial, and panni; or CC & 7. Cold but no ice, thanks.
As for the lines you quoted, which of his poems are they from? What is your interpretation of the last line's meaning?
Just got home from a hard day.
I’ve already written some commentary on that poem (as have a couple of thousand other people.) It’s The Waste Land, from the first section titled “Burial of the Dead.”
I’ll try to find the little bit I wrote, which was on those lines in particular, later tonight.
By the way, my mention of the drink was specifically because it leapt to mind when I read your comment “And now, having learned that the Universe will end in cold, dead, lifelessness...” Somehow the bland, flavorlessness of vodka with water seemed fitting.