juli 2007
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls and the deap 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.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)