Till Human Voices Wake Us takes its title from a line in T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, a poem about drowning in memories. It is a meditation on the joy of being in the water, and how that joy contrasts with the overwhelming power of the ocean. We give ourselves up to these forces that will someday destroy us, feeling that they are our playthings. The fun is the thrill of a unique sensation: that of surrendering to a power beyond our own, of acknowledging our mortality while cheating death for a fleeting moment.
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