1. bradford，贼婆打火机真假鉴别？

1.外观：真品Zippo打火机铰链处上下各有一个圆形的凹印，这个凹印在仿制品上很难做到完全相同的，可以作为判断依据。

2.质量：仿制品一般比真品Zippo要重。这是因为仿制品都使用低档的钢或者铁材料制作的，为了保障硬度不得不增加机壳厚度，所以要比真品重。打开打火机上盖，可以很容易看出仿制品的机壳厚度比真品大很多。

3.防风罩：拿两台相同的机器比较，仿制品防风罩两侧的缝隙宽窄不一致，有的宽些，有的窄些，而真品相同类型的内胆的防风罩两侧缝隙的宽度都一样。

4.打火轮：Zippo的打火轮从设计到材料都申请了专利，采用特殊材料制作成特殊的花纹，保证了一次能够打出足够的火星并且经久耐用。打火轮上的纹理都是上层从右向左倾斜，下层由左向右，且纹理清晰，仿制品一般只有一层纹理或是纹理是反向的且不清晰，甚至有些仿制品打火轮采用的是一次性打火机那种横纹。

5.铆钉：真品的内胆打火轮处和凸轮处的铆钉是白色的，而仿制品一般是黄色的。真品固定打火石的座是铜质的，所以都呈黄色，仿制品的座一般一起镀成银白色。

6.棉垫：真品Zippo的棉垫很厚，通常情况下可以厚达0.7cm，一般仿制品是做不到的，棉垫上有一个1mm的小孔，是用来放备用火石的。

7.火石：真品装卸打火石的螺丝一般可以很轻易地用手或者是硬币拧下来，可是仿制品的螺丝很多时候需要用改锥才能拧得动。真品的打火石和打火石下面的托都是金色的，并且结合处的表面很平整，仿制品的一般是灰色的。

8.棉球：真品Zippo的棉球是五小块，仿制品一般是一整块。

9.火焰：仿造品燃烧时冒青烟，火焰忽明忽暗，燃烧不到4分钟整个机身就全着了。而真品一直烧到燃油耗尽也不会引燃机身。这是因为一般仿制品钢制外罩太厚，散热效果差；机内的储油棉芯质量差，易漏机油。

其实，从做工上来讲，真品和仿制品的区别实在是太大了，仔细玩过几款真品的朋友很轻易就可以辨别出真货假货，上边讲的仅仅是最容易看出来的质量差异，给没用过Zippo的朋友们作为参考。

除了在品质上有差别以外，在细节上差异也很大，比如仿制品大多数的内胆上面没有刻字，而Zippo的内胆上面则刻有产品信息和警告的内容；或者仿制品机壳底部刻字不符合Zippo目前实行的规则、刻字不清晰等。

2. thirty加一个字母变成另一个单词？

单词是thirsty，意思是渴，例如：

1.Digging is thirsty work.挖地是个使人口渴的活。

2.You won't go thirsty in Bradford on Avon ( UK).在英国的埃文河畔布拉福德，你是不会因为没有水而感到口渴的。

3.If you eat, you will get thirsty and your water will run out soon.如果你吃东西，你就会感到口渴，你的水很快就会用光。

3. 机能主义的构造和机能主义的区别？

构造主义与机能主义的区别，主要体现在以下四个方面：

1、代表人物不同。构造主义的代表人物是英籍美国心理学家爱德华·布雷福德·铁钦纳(Edward Bradford Titchener 1867年1月11日~1927年8月3日）；机能主义的代表人物是美国的威廉·詹姆斯(William James，1842-1910)。

2、研究对象不同。构造主义研究的对象是意识经验，即心理经验的构成元素及结合的方式与规律；机能主义研究的对象是有效用的心理过程。

3、研究方法不同。构造主义的研究方法是实验呐内省法（有限制）；而机能主义的研究方法是数学统计（调查问卷、概率统计、相关、回归）。

4、研究成果不同。构造主义对感觉心理学的贡献最大；而机能主义对发展心理学作出了开创性的研究。

4. 英国最繁华城市排名？

大不列颠及北爱尔兰联合王国(the United Kingdom of Great Britan and Northern Ireland)，是英国的全称。

最繁华城市排名如下：

1、Great London，大伦敦。

2、Birmingham，伯明翰。

3、Leeds，利兹。

4、Glasgow，格拉斯哥。

5、Sheffield，设菲尔德。

6、Bradford，布雷德福。

7、Liverpool，利物浦。

8、Manchester，曼彻斯特。

5. 未来人类在太空旅行能做到科幻电影那样进入休眠状态吗？

在2016年的节日季大片《太空旅客》（Passenger）中，克里斯·普拉特（Chris Pratt）和詹妮弗·劳伦斯（Jennifer Lawrence）所饰演的男女主角踏上了一趟长达一个世纪的太空之旅，前往一颗位于太阳系以外的行星。休眠舱可以让他们在长途旅行过程中延长自己的寿命，但他们却比预定时间早了90年从休眠状态中醒来。然后，他们开始尝试修理飞船，并试图重新进入休眠。休眠舱可以说是星际旅行最大的特色了。

首先，让我们来谈谈从休眠中“醒来”这件事。休眠可能涉及闭着眼睛躺下来，但其实休眠并不是在睡觉；事实上，休眠时间太长会导致机体睡眠不足。如果《太空旅客》按照现实来拍，那么詹妮弗·劳伦斯饰演的角色在休眠舱睁开眼睛后，她做的第一件事将不会是听取飞船电脑报告最新状况，而是再次闭上眼睛，沉沉睡去。

在电影《太空旅客》中，克里斯·普拉特（Chris Pratt）所饰演的角色站在自己的休眠舱旁边。

这是因为，睡眠这种身体功能在休眠状态并不能很好地完成。动物在冬眠过程中会定期苏醒，而它们醒来时体温会上升，然后直接进入一段长时间的深睡眠。牛津大学（Oxford）神经科学家弗拉德·维亚佐夫斯基（Vlad Vyazovskiy）在乌克兰哈尔科夫国立大学（Kharkov National University）的低温生物学和低温医学问题研究所（Institute for Problems of Cryobiology and Cryomedicine）完成了硕士学业，他当时的研究课题是蛰伏中的地松鼠。

“冬眠原先被认为是一种持续的睡眠，但它在生理上存在很大的不同，因为机体的新陈代谢会全部暂停，尽管仍然受到控制，”维亚佐夫斯基说，“作为一种极端的新陈代谢挑战，蛰伏似乎对动物需要睡眠的大脑或身体产生了一定影响，反过来让动物获得了某种类型的恢复。”

自从科幻诞生以来，让宇航员在深空旅行中停止活动是电影中屡见不鲜的场景，而美国宇航局（NASA）也一直在努力把这变成现实。太空技术公司SpaceWorks Enterprises的约翰·布拉德福德（John Bradford）拿到了美国宇航局的合同，致力于研发这样的技术。受到冬眠动物独特生理机能的启发，他正在研究一种名为“靶向温度管理”的技术，以期把人体37℃的核心温度降下来。体温每下降1℃，人体的新陈代谢就会减缓约7%。虽然不受控制的低温可能是致命的，但恒定的32℃仍然可以让人体拥有对呼吸和心跳来说至关重要的正常神经功能。”

“人类无法冬眠，但我们可以模仿动物的冬眠方式，”他说，“在人类进化历史的早期阶段，我们是会冬眠的，但这种功能现在已经被关闭了。”

笔者有没有提到过布拉德福德是一位工程师？当工程师被雇来做医生的事，难道只有笔者一个人感到担忧吗？首先，在真正的冬眠动物身上，它们的血小板和白细胞会在蛰伏期藏到远离血管的淋巴结当中。这可以防止由于身体不活动而形成血栓，并避免体温再次上升时出现可能引起肾脏损伤的炎症。在人类可以对自己的新陈代谢按下暂停键之前，我们将需要进行大量的研究。幸运的是，布拉德福德还未获准进行任何人体试验。

休眠技术可能决定着人类从地球文明走向殖民火星的成败。

不过，多年来，急诊医学领域的医生也一直在寻求这样的能力。当一名严重受伤的病人被送到医院时，分秒必争。对身体进行快速冷冻能够完好保存那些被切断了血液供应的组织——更慢的新陈代谢会消耗更少的氧气——因此，在外科手术中降低病人体温现在已经成为常规步骤。低剂量的麻醉剂可以防止病人因身体颤抖而出现体温上升。在中国，研究人员在实验中利用低温治疗使病人进入了长达两周的休眠，然后又成功把他们唤醒。

如果我们能够把这变成现实，那将会非常棒。让宇航员实现休眠的好处可能决定着人类从地球文明走向殖民火星的成败。火星距离地球只有六个月的路程，所以延长宇航员寿命在这里并不是最重要的问题。不过，休眠舱将可以降低宇航员对居住面积和食物的需求。甚至，它们还可以为太空旅行一些长期存在的健康问题提供解决方案。比如，在低重力环境下，脑脊髓液会聚集到颅骨上部，导致很多宇航员的视力在太空飞行中出现下降；而休眠状态应该有助于解决这一问题。

当人类居住在失重的环境中，肌肉萎缩和骨质流失也是一个问题。在国际空间站（ISS）上，宇航员每天必须进行两个小时的运动锻炼，就是为了保护他们的骨骼。但进入休眠之后，我们可以利用神经肌肉电刺激来维持肌肉和骨骼的状态——在清醒状态下，这种刺激并不好受，但对休眠的船员来说却不成问题。

“我们可以整天锻炼你！”布拉德福德如是说。

对于进行长途太空飞行的宇航员，美国宇航局担忧的主要健康问题就是他们长期暴露于宇宙射线引发的癌症风险。至于较慢的新陈代谢是会让人变得更脆弱（即无法修复DNA受到的损伤），还是会让人的免疫功能得到增强，研究人员尚未取得一致意见，因为修复过程中出现的差错往往会刺激肿瘤生长。

不管是哪种情况，休眠可能就是问题的答案，因为它会限制宇航员的活动范围。磁屏蔽可以保护宇航员免受电离辐射，但如果要屏蔽整个生活区域，飞船就会增加太多重量，因此不具可行性。然而，如果屏蔽装置只需要保护小小的休眠舱以及栖身其中的宇航员，那么这个选项就又值得考虑了。

在未来，人类的休眠或许会走上更加激进的路径。一个得到美国军方支持的研究团队正在试验一种可以快速冷冻病人的技术，办法就是用冰冷的盐水溶液替换掉他们的血液。新陈代谢全部暂停会让机体停止心跳、停止呼吸以及停止可觉察的脑活动，但当狗在试验中经过这样的冷冻处理之后，研究人员成功在3小时后唤醒了它们。

也许那些狗会希望成为首批星际旅客，去往远离地球的地方，不必再面对自己血液被替换成冰水的命运。

6. zippo底部字母含义？

zippo 外壳底部标识（底刻）信息：例 A ZIPPO 07BRADFORD,PA MADE IN U.S.A “A ZIPPO 07”中A代表生产日期的月份 A 代表1月 B代表2月 类推07是生产日期的年份“BRADFORD,PA MADE IN U.S.A”中BRADFORD,PA 是美国宾夕法尼亚州布拉德福德县简称，.ZIPPO总公司所在地MADE IN U.S.A 产地美国

7. 弗吉尼亚艾略特原文？

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,

My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30

Frisch weht der Wind

Der Heimat zu

Mein Irisch Kind,

Wo weilest du?

"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;

"They called me the hyacinth girl."

- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not

Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither

Living nor dead, and I knew Nothing, 40

Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Od' und leer das Meer.

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,

Had a bad cold, nevertheless

Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,

With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,

Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,

(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,

The lady of situations. 50

Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,

And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,

Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,

Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find

The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.

I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.

Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,

Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:

One must be so careful these days.

Unreal City, 60

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.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,

To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours

With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson!

"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70

"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,

"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?

"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,

"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!

"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!"

II. A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,

Glowed on the marble, where the glass

Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines

From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80

(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)

Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra

Reflecting light upon the table as

The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,

From satin cases poured in rich profusion;

In vials of ivory and coloured glass

Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,

Unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused

And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air

That freshened from the window, these ascended 90

In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,

Flung their smoke into the laquearia,

Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.

Huge sea-wood fed with copper

Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,

In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.

Above the antique mantel was displayed

As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene

The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king

So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100

Filled all the desert with inviolable voice

And still she cried, and still the world pursues,

"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.

And other withered stumps of time

Were told upon the walls; staring forms

Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair.

Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair

Spread out in fiery points

Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 110

"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.

"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.

"What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?

"I never know what you are thinking. Think."

I think we are in rats' alley

Where the dead men lost their bones.

"What is that noise?"

The wind under the door.

"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"

Nothing again nothing. 120

"Do

"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember

"Nothing?"

I remember

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

"Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"

But

O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag -

It's so elegant

So intelligent 130

"What shall I do now? What shall I do?"

I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street

"With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?

"What shall we ever do?"

The hot water at ten.

And if it rains, a closed car at four.

And we shall play a game of chess,

Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said -

I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.

He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you

To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.

You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,

He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.

And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,

He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,

And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.

Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150

Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.

Others can pick and choose if you can't.

But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.

You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.

(And her only thirty-one.)

I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,

It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.

(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160

The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.

You are a proper fool, I said.

Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,

What you get married for if you don't want children?

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,

And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot -

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170

Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.

Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

III. THE FIRE SERMON

The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf

Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind

Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,

Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends

Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.

And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; 180

Departed, have left no addresses.

By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,

Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.

But at my back in a cold blast I hear

The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.

A rat crept softly through the vegetation

Dragging its slimy belly on the bank

While I was fishing in the dull canal

On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190

Musing upon the king my brother's wreck

And on the king my father's death before him.

White bodies naked on the low damp ground

And bones cast in a little low dry garret,

Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.

But at my back from time to time I hear

The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring

Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.

O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter

And on her daughter 200

They wash their feet in soda water

Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

Twit twit twit

Jug jug jug jug jug jug

So rudely forc'd.

Tereu

Unreal City

Under the brown fog of a winter noon

Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant

Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210

C.i.f. London: documents at sight,

Asked me in demotic French

To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel

Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back

Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits

Like a taxi throbbing waiting,

I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,

Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see

At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220

Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights

Her stove, and lays out food in tins.

Out of the window perilously spread

Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,

On the divan are piled (at night her bed)

Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs

Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -

I too awaited the expected guest. 230

He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,

A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,

One of the low on whom assurance sits

As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.

The time is now propitious, as he guesses,

The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,

Endeavours to engage her in caresses

Which still are unreproved, if undesired.

Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;

Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240

His vanity requires no response,

And makes a welcome of indifference.

(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all

Enacted on this same divan or bed;

I who have sat by Thebes below the wall

And walked among the lowest of the dead.)

Bestows one final patronising kiss,

And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,

Hardly aware of her departed lover; 250

Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:

"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over."

When lovely woman stoops to folly and

Paces about her room again, alone,

She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,

And puts a record on the gramophone.

"This music crept by me upon the waters"

And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.

O City city, I can sometimes hear

Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260

The pleasant whining of a mandoline

And a clatter and a chatter from within

Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls

Of Magnus Martyr hold

Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.

The river sweats

Oil and tar

The barges drift

With the turning tide

Red sails 270

Wide

To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.

The barges wash

Drifting logs

Down Greenwich reach

Past the Isle of Dogs.

Weialala leia

Wallala leialala

Elizabeth and Leicester

Beating oars 280

The stern was formed

A gilded shell

Red and gold

The brisk swell

Rippled both shores

Southwest wind

Carried down stream

The peal of bells

White towers

Weialala leia 290

Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.

Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew

Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees

Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."

"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart

Under my feet. After the event

He wept. He promised 'a new start'.

I made no comment. What should I resent?"

"On Margate Sands. 300

I can connect

Nothing with nothing.

The broken fingernails of dirty hands.

My people humble people who expect

Nothing."

la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest 310

burning

IV. DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell

And the profit and loss.

A current under sea

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.

V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces

After the frosty silence in the gardens

After the agony in stony places

The shouting and the crying

Prison and palace and reverberation

Of thunder of spring over distant mountains

He who was living is now dead

We who were living are now dying

With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road

The road winding above among the mountains

Which are mountains of rock without water

If there were water we should stop and drink

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand

If there were only water amongst the rock

Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit

Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340

There is not even silence in the mountains

But dry sterile thunder without rain

There is not even solitude in the mountains

But red sullen faces sneer and snarl

From doors of mudcracked houses

If there were water

And no rock

If there were rock

And also water

And water 350

A spring

A pool among the rock

If there were the sound of water only

Not the cicada

And dry grass singing

But sound of water over a rock

Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees

Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop

But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you? 360

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

Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded

I do not know whether a man or a woman

- But who is that on the other side of 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 370

Ringed by the flat horizon only

What is the city over the mountains

Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air

Falling towers

Jerusalem Athens Alexandria

Vienna London

Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight

And fiddled whisper music on those strings

And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380

Whistled, and beat their wings

And crawled head downward down a blackened wall

And upside down in air were towers

Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

In this decayed hole among the mountains

In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel

There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.

It has no windows, and the door swings, 390

Dry bones can harm no one.

Only a cock stood on the rooftree

Co co rico co co rico

In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust

Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves

Waited for rain, while the black clouds

Gathered far distant, over Himavant.

The jungle crouched, humped in silence.

Then spoke the thunder 400

DA

Datta: what have we given?

My friend, blood shaking my heart

The awful daring of a moment's surrender

Which an age of prudence can never retract

By this, and this only, we have existed

Which is not to be found in our obituaries

Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider

Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor

In our empty rooms 410

DA

Dayadhvam: I have heard the key

Turn in the door once and turn once only

We think of the key, each in his prison

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison

Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours

Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus

DA

Damyata: The boat responded

Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420

The sea was calm, your heart would have responded

Gaily, when invited, beating obedient

To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore

Fishing, with the arid plain behind me

Shall I at least set my lands in order?

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina

Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow

Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.

Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Shantih shantih shantih