John Green Quote

Still perfect, he said. Read to me.This isn’t really a poem to read aloud when you are sitting next to your sleeping mother. It has, like, sodomy and angel dust in it, I said.You just named two of my favorite pastimes, he said. Okay, read me something else then?Um, I said. I don’t have anything else?That’s too bad. I am so in the mood for poetry. Do you have anything memorized?‘Let us go then, you and I,’ I started nervously, ‘When the evening is spread out against the sky / Like a patient etherized upon a table.’Slower, he said.I felt bashful, like I had when I’d first told him of An Imperial Affliction. Um, okay. Okay. ‘Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: / Streets that follow like a tedious argument / Of insidious intent / To lead you to an overwhelming question . . . / Oh, do not ask, What is it? / Let us go and make our visit.’I’m in love with you, he said quietly.Augustus, I said.