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 one walking beside you

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

What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation Who are those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth Ringed b…

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