Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna1, the Lady of the Rocks2,
The lady of situations.
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.

Excerpt from The Wasteland, T. S. ELIOT (1888–1965)

1. On Belladonna, see section X
2. On the imagery of β€œLady of the Rocks,” see section IX