"I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled."
Suddenly the realisation sinks in. No more will I have to explain these lines to anyone. Nor will I have to look for their meaning somewhere, in someone else's 'closer' reading. I seem to have understood. Somewhat.
Dot. Dot. Dot.
Look carefully.
Measure your steps.
And start walking backwards.
And now, without turning back, walk through all the countless spaces between those gaps, and I'm sure you'll understand as well.
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