“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
“I shall rush out as I am and walk the street“
With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
“What shall we ever do?”
The hot water at ten
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess.
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the [door.

(The waste land, T. S. Eliot)