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Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, recall! I too, have buried the dead and seen the faces aptly avoided by the living. I have touched the pallid hand weathered in a desert land with and without misgivings. And I have even heard Alfred's sirens singing. Venir l'amour, venir. The drowned Phoenician Sailor said, 'Dare not ignore the honored dead! The Cheshire grin upon my face is a permanent mark of my disgrace.' 'Beware the siren's call! ' Alluring, beseeching. A deceitful thing it was, painted in white lies, and much too lovely to linger in. Tant vous êtes jaloux de garder vos secrets!
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