Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea 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 turn the weel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
T.S.Eliot, The Waste Land
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