Mistah Kurtzhe dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grOr rats’ feet over broken glIn our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force .Journey of the character. Eliot’s characters often undergo a journey either physical or spiritual or both. The Hollow Men seems to follow the otherworldly journey of the spiritually dead..