This week, we are listening to the person who is near the Thames river's internal dialogue.
The first two lines are from Shakespeare's The Tempest. The last lines, though, are all Eliot's with the theme being once again the lack of water in the soil.
Let us see these kings now:
Are these men not perfect? I love their pose and their confident allure. On the back of the photo was written 'Philosophy, year 3'.
At their feet lies the desert and the golden bones. I have, in my ephemera the perfect picture for this card, it is an albino rat! Unfortunately, it is still in my shipment, so I had to make do without it.
Soon we will find out who the narrator is...