No short literary effort quite captures the shadowy nothingness, the husk-like, desiccated essence of modern man, as well as T.S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men.” This is my reading of his poem.
No short literary effort quite captures the shadowy nothingness, the husk-like, desiccated essence of modern man, as well as T.S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men.” This is my reading of his poem.
Quintus Curtius 
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