Hysteria - Thomas Sterns Eliot  
  
As she laughed I was aware of  
becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it,  
until her teeth were only accidental stars  
with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,  
inhaled at each momentary recovery,  
lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat,  
bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles.  
An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading  
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table,  
saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea  
in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take  
their tea in the garden..." I decided that if the shaking of  
her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon  
might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with  
careful subtlety to this end.  
  
Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)