Hysteria - T.S. 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 to 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.