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PHLEBAS the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell. And the profit and loss. A current under sea. Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell. He passed the stages of his age and youth. Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
T.S. Eliot: The Waste Land

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