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I do not
know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god
- sullen, untamed and intractable. Patient to some degree, at first
recognized as a frontier; Useful, untrustworthy as a conveyor of commerce;
Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges. The problem
once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten By the dwellers in the
cities - ever, however, implacable, Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyers,
reminder
Of what men choose to forget. T.S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages, Introduction to the Four Quartets, London, 1904.
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