But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head grown slightly bald brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot

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