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Part IV Death by Water Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, 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 who turn
the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you |