These particular spoons do indeed measure out my life. The one at the top is a christening spoon (the precise purpose of which, it seems, is to be stored in a blue silk-lined box and moved around from house to house). The one at the bottom is the type I currently use on a daily basis. There is something both comforting and chilling about Eliot’s line. The daily routine can easily turn into a dull as ditchwater existence. But, having only recently got back into the coffee-drinking ritual, I’d be loathe to lose it now.