Exploring The Waste Land A draft page linked from The Waste Land, Part III, line 257
In the draft of The Waste Land
In the final version:
'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
In the draft:
'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, and up the ghastly hill of Cannon Street,
Fading at last, behind my flying feet,
You must ask yourself what the narrator was running from
if you remember the earlier lines
209) Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
210) Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
211) C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
212) Asked me in demotic French
213) To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel