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Phlebas the Phoenician , a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
                          A current under sea  315
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,  320
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.


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