The T.S. Eliot excerpt, aye. And I was trying to think of something lyrical, but less dark, only I seemed to hit a brief wall.

My girlfriend tends to have a morbid sense of humor though, so a lot of the books I was reading though were more in that vein. [Holds up a book of Edgar Allen Poe.]

There were a bunch of poems in a book a friend gave me recently: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

Ironically that one's less creepy than the supposedly correct version he's got in there. [Even if it does remind him of his enemy, Sir Crocodile.]