It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled earth that lies Somewhere beneath the sodden skies For eye of toad or adder to catch.
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind.
Midwinter Spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
The film concludes with ... the most nauseatingly luscious, the most penetratingly vulgar mammy song that it has ever been my lot to hear. My flesh crept as the loud speaker poured out those sodden words, the greasy, sagging melody. I felt ashamed of myself for listening to such things, for even being a member of the species to which such things are addressed.aldous huxley