O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag- It's so elegant So intelligent

Who is the third who walks always beside you When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another on…

Unreal city, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.