epub_reader 0.0.1

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+*.gem
+*.rbc
+.bundle
+.config
+.yardoc
+Gemfile.lock
+InstalledFiles
+_yardoc
+coverage
+doc/
+lib/bundler/man
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data/.rspec

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+--color

data/Gemfile

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+source 'https://rubygems.org'
+
+# Specify your gem's dependencies in epub_reader.gemspec
+gemspec

data/LICENSE.txt

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+Copyright (c) 2014 Yang-Hsing Lin
+
+MIT License
+
+Permission is hereby granted, free of charge, to any person obtaining
+a copy of this software and associated documentation files (the
+"Software"), to deal in the Software without restriction, including
+without limitation the rights to use, copy, modify, merge, publish,
+distribute, sublicense, and/or sell copies of the Software, and to
+permit persons to whom the Software is furnished to do so, subject to
+the following conditions:
+
+The above copyright notice and this permission notice shall be
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+
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+EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO THE WARRANTIES OF
+MERCHANTABILITY, FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE AND
+NONINFRINGEMENT. IN NO EVENT SHALL THE AUTHORS OR COPYRIGHT HOLDERS BE
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+OF CONTRACT, TORT OR OTHERWISE, ARISING FROM, OUT OF OR IN CONNECTION
+WITH THE SOFTWARE OR THE USE OR OTHER DEALINGS IN THE SOFTWARE.

data/README.md

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+# EpubReader
+
+EpubReader is a gem to parse epub file, including it's htmls and images
+
+## Installation
+
+Add this line to your application's Gemfile:
+
+    gem 'epub_reader'
+
+And then execute:
+
+    $ bundle
+
+Or install it yourself as:
+
+    $ gem install epub_reader
+
+## Usage
+
+        epub = EpubReader::Epub.new('/the/epub/path.epub')
+        epub.entries.each do |entry|
+          entry.html_text #=> html text
+          entry.title #=> entry title
+          entry.images.each do |image|
+            image.path #=> image file path
+          end
+        end
+
+
+## API Documentation:
+
+### `EpubReader::Epub`
+
+- `::new(epub_file_path)`: returns an epub instance
+- `#entries`: returns an array of `EpubReader::Entry`
+
+### `EpubReader::Entry`
+
+- `#title`: returns entry title
+- `#html_text`: returns html text of the entry
+- `#imags`: returns array of `EpubReader::Image`
+
+
+### `EpubReader::Image`
+
+- `#path`: returns the file path of the image
+
+
+## Tests:
+
+        $ rake test
+
+## Contributing
+
+1. Fork it
+2. Create your feature branch (`git checkout -b my-new-feature`)
+3. Commit your changes (`git commit -am 'Add some feature'`)
+4. Push to the branch (`git push origin my-new-feature`)
+5. Create new Pull Request

data/Rakefile

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+require "bundler/gem_tasks"
+
+desc 'run the tests'
+task :test do
+  system "bundle exec rspec --color -f d spec/"
+end

data/epub_reader.gemspec

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+# coding: utf-8
+lib = File.expand_path('../lib', __FILE__)
+$LOAD_PATH.unshift(lib) unless $LOAD_PATH.include?(lib)
+require 'epub_reader/version'
+
+Gem::Specification.new do |spec|
+  spec.name          = "epub_reader"
+  spec.version       = EpubReader::VERSION
+  spec.authors       = ["Yang-Hsing Lin"]
+  spec.email         = ["yanghsing.lin@gmail.com"]
+  spec.description   = %q{epub_reader is a gem to parse epub file, including it's htmls and images}
+  spec.summary       = %q{epub_reader is a gem to parse epub file, including it's htmls and images}
+  spec.homepage      = ""
+  spec.license       = "MIT"
+
+  spec.files         = `git ls-files`.split($/)
+  spec.executables   = spec.files.grep(%r{^bin/}) { |f| File.basename(f) }
+  spec.test_files    = spec.files.grep(%r{^(test|spec|features)/})
+  spec.require_paths = ["lib"]
+
+  spec.add_dependency "nokogiri"
+
+  spec.add_development_dependency "bundler", "~> 1.3"
+  spec.add_development_dependency "rake"
+  spec.add_development_dependency "rspec"
+end

data/lib/epub_reader.rb

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+require "epub_reader/version"
+require "epub_reader/errors"
+require "epub_reader/toc_item"
+require "epub_reader/entry"
+require "epub_reader/image"
+require "epub_reader/epub"
+
+module EpubReader
+  # Your code goes here...
+end

data/lib/epub_reader/entry.rb

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+require 'nokogiri'
+class EpubReader::Entry
+  attr_reader :title
+  def initialize toc_item
+    unless File.exists?(toc_item.html_path)
+      raise EpubReader::FileNotExistsException, "file #{toc_item.html_path} not exists" 
+    end
+
+    @title = toc_item.title
+    @html_path = toc_item.html_path
+  end
+
+  def html_text
+    @html_text ||= File.read(@html_path)
+  end
+
+  def images
+    doc = Nokogiri.XML(html_text)
+    doc.root.xpath('//xmlns:img').map do |image_element|
+      EpubReader::Image.new(@html_path.join('..', image_element['src']))
+    end
+  end
+end

data/lib/epub_reader/epub.rb

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+require 'pathname'
+
+class EpubReader::Epub
+  attr_reader :entries
+  def initialize epub_path
+    raise EpubReader::FileNotExistsException, "epub file #{epub_path} not exists" unless File.exists?(epub_path)
+    @working_dir = "/tmp/#{SecureRandom.hex(5)}"
+
+    Kernel.system("mkdir #{@working_dir}")
+    Kernel.system("cp #{epub_path} #{@working_dir}")
+    Kernel.system("cd #{@working_dir} && unzip *.epub")
+
+    @entries = EpubReader::TOCItem.create_from(@working_dir).map do |toc_item|
+      EpubReader::Entry.new(toc_item)
+    end
+  end
+end

data/lib/epub_reader/errors.rb

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+module EpubReader
+  class EpubReaderException < Exception; end
+  class FileNotExistsException < EpubReaderException; end
+  class DirectoryNotExistsException < EpubReaderException; end
+end

data/lib/epub_reader/image.rb

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+class EpubReader::Image
+  attr_reader :path
+  def initialize path
+    raise EpubReader::FileNotExistsException, "image file #{path} not exists" unless File.exists?(path)
+    @path = path
+  end
+end

data/lib/epub_reader/toc_item.rb

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+require 'nokogiri'
+class EpubReader::TOCItem
+  class << self
+    def create_from unzipped_path
+      unless Dir.exists?(unzipped_path)
+        raise EpubReader::DirectoryNotExistsException, "unzipped directory #{unzipped_path} not exists" 
+      end
+
+      ncx_path = Dir["#{unzipped_path}/**/*.ncx"].first
+      ncx_dir = Pathname.new(File.expand_path(File.dirname(ncx_path)))
+      
+      root = Nokogiri.XML(File.open(ncx_path)).root
+
+      nav_points = root.xpath('//xmlns:navPoint').map do |n|
+        relative_path = n.xpath('.//xmlns:content').first['src'].gsub(/#.*$/, '')
+
+        new({
+          :title => n.xpath('.//xmlns:text').text,
+          :html_path => ncx_dir.join(relative_path)
+        })
+      end
+    end
+
+  end
+
+
+  attr_reader :title, :html_path
+  def initialize options
+    @title = options[:title]
+    @html_path = options[:html_path]
+  end
+end

data/lib/epub_reader/version.rb

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+module EpubReader
+  VERSION = "0.0.1"
+end

data/spec/entry_spec.rb

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+require 'spec_helper'
+
+describe EpubReader::Entry do
+  subject { EpubReader::Entry }
+  let(:title) { 'the-entry-title' }
+  let(:fixture_path) do
+    Pathname.new(File.expand_path(__FILE__)).join('..', 'fixtures')
+  end
+  let(:html_path) do
+    fixture_path.join('epub20_unzipped', 
+                      'EPUB', 
+                      'wasteland-content.xhtml')
+  end
+
+  let(:toc_item) { double(:title => title, :html_path => html_path) }
+
+  describe '::new(toc_item)' do
+    it 'takes a toc item to init' do
+      entry = subject.new(toc_item)
+    end
+
+    it 'raises if `toc_item` path not exists' do
+      toc_item.stub(:html_path => Pathname.new('non-exists'))
+      expect {
+        entry = subject.new(toc_item)
+      }.to raise_error(EpubReader::FileNotExistsException)
+    end
+  end
+
+  describe '#title' do
+    it 'forwards the title of toc_item' do
+      entry = subject.new(toc_item)
+
+      entry.title.should == toc_item.title
+    end
+  end
+
+  describe '#html_text' do
+    it 'returns the contents of html file' do
+      entry = subject.new(toc_item)
+
+      entry.html_text.should == File.read(html_path)
+    end
+  end
+
+  describe '#images' do
+    let(:image) { double(:image) }
+    before :each do
+      EpubReader::Image.stub(:new => image)
+    end
+
+    it 'returns the images within the html' do
+      entry = subject.new(toc_item)
+      EpubReader::Image.should_receive(:new)
+                       .with(html_path.join('..', 'wasteland-cover.jpg'))
+
+      entry.images.should == [ image ]
+    end
+  end
+end

data/spec/epub_spec.rb

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+require 'spec_helper'
+
+describe EpubReader::Epub do
+  let(:spec_path) { Pathname.new(File.expand_path(File.dirname(__FILE__))) }
+  let(:epub_path) { spec_path.join('fixtures/epub20.epub') }
+  let(:random_hex) { 'random-hex' }
+  let(:toc_item) { double(:toc_item) }
+  let(:entry) { double(:entry) }
+
+  before :each do
+    SecureRandom.stub(:hex => random_hex)
+    Kernel.stub(:system => true)
+    EpubReader::TOCItem.stub(:create_from => [ toc_item ])
+    EpubReader::Entry.stub(:new => entry)
+  end
+
+  describe '::new(epub_file_path)' do
+
+    it 'takes a file path to create' do
+      EpubReader::Epub.new(epub_path)
+    end
+
+    it 'raises if file not exists' do
+      expect {
+        EpubReader::Epub.new('non-exists')
+      }.to raise_error(EpubReader::FileNotExistsException)
+    end
+
+    it 'unzip the epub at random folder in /tmp' do
+      Kernel.should_receive(:system).with("mkdir /tmp/#{random_hex}")
+      Kernel.should_receive(:system).with("cp #{epub_path} /tmp/#{random_hex}")
+      Kernel.should_receive(:system).with("cd /tmp/#{random_hex} && unzip *.epub")
+
+      EpubReader::Epub.new(epub_path)
+    end
+
+    it 'creates Entries according to the result of TOCItem::create_from' do
+      EpubReader::TOCItem.should_receive(:create_from).with("/tmp/#{random_hex}")
+      EpubReader::Entry.should_receive(:new).with(toc_item)
+
+      EpubReader::Epub.new(epub_path)
+    end
+  end
+
+  describe '#entries' do
+    it 'returns entries created' do
+      epub = EpubReader::Epub.new(epub_path)
+      epub.entries.should == [ entry ]
+    end
+  end
+end

data/spec/fixtures/epub20_unzipped/EPUB/wasteland-content.xhtml

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+<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
+<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"
+	xmlns:epub="http://www.idpf.org/2007/ops">
+	<head>
+		<meta charset="utf-8"></meta>
+		<title>The Waste Land</title>
+		<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="wasteland.css" class="day" title="day"/> 
+		<link rel="alternate stylesheet" type="text/css" href="wasteland-night.css" class="night" title="night"/>
+		<!-- <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="wasteland-night.css" class="night" title="night"/> -->		
+	</head>
+	<body>
+		<section epub:type="frontmatter" id="frontmatter">
+			<section epub:type="titlepage" id="titlepage">
+				<h1>The Waste Land</h1>
+				<div class="aut">T.S. Eliot</div>
+				<div epub:type="epigraph">					
+					<p>
+						<span xml:lang="la">"Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis
+							meis<br />vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent</span>: <br />
+						<span xml:lang="grc"
+							>&#x03A3;&#x03AF;&#x03B2;&#x03C5;&#x03BB;&#x03BB;&#x03B1;
+							&#x03C4;&#x03AF;
+							&#x03F4;&#x03AD;&#x03BB;&#x03B5;&#x03B9;&#x03C2;<!--Sibylla ti theleis-->
+						</span>; <span xml:lang="la">respondebat illa</span>: <span xml:lang="grc"
+							>&#x03AC;&#x03C0;&#x03BF;&#x03F4;&#x03B1;&#x03B3;&#x03B5;&#x1FD6;&#x03B3;
+							&#x03F4;&#x03AD;&#x03BB;&#x03E3;<!--apothanein thelo-->
+						</span>."</p>
+				</div>
+				<p epub:type="dedication">For Ezra Pound: <span xml:lang="it">il miglior
+						fabbro</span></p>
+			</section>
+		</section>
+		<section epub:type="bodymatter" id="bodymatter">
+
+			<section id="ch1">
+				<h2>I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD</h2>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>April is the cruellest month, breeding</div>
+					<div>Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing</div>
+					<div>Memory and desire, stirring</div>
+					<div>Dull roots with spring rain.</div>
+					<div>Winter kept us warm, covering</div>
+					<div>Earth in forgetful snow, feeding</div>
+					<div>A little life with dried tubers.</div>
+					<div>Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee</div>
+					<div>With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,</div>
+					<div>And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,<span class="lnum"
+							>10</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.</div>
+					<div  xml:lang="de">Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt
+						deutsch.</div>
+					<div>And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,</div>
+					<div>My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,</div>
+					<div>And I was frightened. He said, Marie,</div>
+					<div>Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.</div>
+					<div>In the mountains, there you feel free.</div>
+					<div>I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow</div>
+					<div id="ln20">Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+						href="#note-1">*</a><span class="lnum">20</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>You cannot say, or guess, for you know only</div>
+					<div>A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,</div>
+					<div id="ln23">And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,<a
+						epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-2">*</a></div>
+					<div>And the dry stone no sound of water. Only</div>
+					<div>There is shadow under this red rock,</div>
+					<div>(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),</div>
+					<div>And I will show you something different from either</div>
+					<div>Your shadow at morning striding behind you</div>
+					<div>Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;</div>
+					<div>I will show you fear in a handful of dust.<span class="lnum"
+							>30</span>
+					</div>
+					<blockquote xml:lang="de">
+						<div>
+							<div id="ln31">Frisch weht der Wind<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+									href="#note-3">*</a>
+							</div>
+							<div>Der Heimat zu</div>
+							<div>Mein Irisch Kind,</div>
+							<div>Wo weilest du?</div>
+						</div>
+					</blockquote>
+					<div>"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;</div>
+					<div>"They called me the hyacinth girl."</div>
+					<div>&#x2015;Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth
+						garden,</div>
+					<div>Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not</div>
+					<div>Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither</div>
+					<div>Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,<span class="lnum"
+							>40</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Looking into the heart of light, the silence.</div>
+					<div xml:lang="de" id="ln42">
+						<em>Od' und leer das Meer</em>.<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-4">*</a>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,</div>
+					<div>Had a bad cold, nevertheless</div>
+					<div>Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,</div>
+					<div id="ln46">With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,<a
+						epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-5">*</a></div>
+					<div>Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,</div>
+					<div>(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)</div>
+					<div>Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,</div>
+					<div>The lady of situations.<span class="lnum">50</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,</div>
+					<div>And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,</div>
+					<div>Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,</div>
+					<div>Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find</div>
+					<div>The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.</div>
+					<div>I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.</div>
+					<div>Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,</div>
+					<div>Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:</div>
+					<div>One must be so careful these days.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div id="ln60">Unreal City,<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-6">*</a><span
+							class="lnum">60</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,</div>
+					<div>A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,</div>
+					<div id="ln63">I had not thought death had undone so many.<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-7">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div id="ln64">Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+						href="#note-8">*</a></div>
+					<div>And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.</div>
+					<div>Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,</div>
+					<div>To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours</div>
+					<div id="ln68">With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-9">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying
+						"Stetson!</div>
+					<div>"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!<span class="lnum"
+							>70</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,</div>
+					<div>"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?</div>
+					<div>"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div id="ln74">"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-10">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!</div>
+					<div id="ln76">"You! <span xml:lang="fr">hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, -
+							mon frere</span> !"<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-11">*</a>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+			</section>
+			<section id="ch2">
+				<h2>II. A GAME OF CHESS</h2>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div id="ln77">The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,<a
+						epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-12">*</a></div>
+					<div>Glowed on the marble, where the glass</div>
+					<div>Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines</div>
+					<div>From which a golden Cupidon peeped out<span class="lnum"
+							>80</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)</div>
+					<div>Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra</div>
+					<div>Reflecting light upon the table as</div>
+					<div>The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,</div>
+					<div>From satin cases poured in rich profusion;</div>
+					<div>In vials of ivory and coloured glass</div>
+					<div>Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,</div>
+					<div>Unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused</div>
+					<div>And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air</div>
+					<div>That freshened from the window, these ascended<span
+							class="lnum">90</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,</div>
+					<div id="ln92">Flung their smoke into the laquearia,<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+						href="#note-13">*</a></div>
+					<div>Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.</div>
+					<div>Huge sea-wood fed with copper</div>
+					<div>Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,</div>
+					<div>In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.</div>
+					<div>Above the antique mantel was displayed</div>
+					<div id="ln98">As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-14">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div id="ln99">The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-15">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div id="ln100">So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-16">*</a>
+						<span class="lnum">100</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Filled all the desert with inviolable voice</div>
+					<div>And still she cried, and still the world pursues,</div>
+					<div>"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.</div>
+					<div>And other withered stumps of time</div>
+					<div>Were told upon the walls; staring forms</div>
+					<div>Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.</div>
+					<div>Footsteps shuffled on the stair.</div>
+					<div>Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair</div>
+					<div>Spread out in fiery points</div>
+					<div>Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.<span
+							class="lnum">110</span>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div class="linegroup">
+						<div>"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.</div>
+						<div>"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.</div>
+						<div>"What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?</div>
+						<div>"I never know what you are thinking. Think."</div>
+					</div>
+					<div class="linegroup">
+						<div id="ln115">I think we are in rats' alley<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+								href="#note-17">*</a>
+						</div>
+						<div>Where the dead men lost their bones.</div>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>"What is that noise?"</div>
+					<div class="indent" id="ln118">The wind under the door.<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-18"
+							>*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"</div>
+					<div class="indent">Nothing again nothing.<span class="lnum">120</span>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>"Do</div>
+					<div>"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember</div>
+					<div>"Nothing?"</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>I remember</div>
+					<div>Those are pearls that were his eyes.</div>
+					<div id="ln126">"Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-19">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>But</div>
+					<div>O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag&#x2015;</div>
+					<div>It's so elegant</div>
+					<div>So intelligent<span class="lnum">130</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>"What shall I do now? What shall I do?"</div>
+					<div>I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street</div>
+					<div>"With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?</div>
+					<div>"What shall we ever do?"</div>
+					<div>The hot water at ten.</div>
+					<div>And if it rains, a closed car at four.</div>
+					<div>And we shall play a game of chess,</div>
+					<div id="ln138">Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-20">*</a>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said -</div>
+					<div>I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,<span
+							class="lnum">140</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME</div>
+					<div>Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.</div>
+					<div>He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave
+						you</div>
+					<div>To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.</div>
+					<div>You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,</div>
+					<div>He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.</div>
+					<div>And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,</div>
+					<div>He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,</div>
+					<div>And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I
+						said.</div>
+					<div>Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said.<span
+							class="lnum">150</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight
+						look.</div>
+					<div>HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME</div>
+					<div>If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.</div>
+					<div>Others can pick and choose if you can't.</div>
+					<div>But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of
+						telling.</div>
+					<div>You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.</div>
+					<div>(And her only thirty-one.)</div>
+					<div>I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,</div>
+					<div>It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.</div>
+					<div>(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)<span
+							class="lnum">160</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>The chemist said it would be all right, but I've never been the
+						same.</div>
+					<div>You <em>are</em> a proper fool, I said.</div>
+					<div>Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I
+						said,</div>
+					<div>What you get married for if you don't want children?</div>
+					<div>HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME</div>
+					<div>Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot
+						gammon,</div>
+					<div>And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it
+						hot&#x2015;</div>
+					<div>HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME</div>
+					<div>HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME</div>
+					<div>Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.<span
+							class="lnum">170</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.</div>
+					<div>Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good
+						night.</div>
+				</div>
+			</section>
+			<section id="ch3">
+				<h2>III. THE FIRE SERMON</h2>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf</div>
+					<div>Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind</div>
+					<div>Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are
+						departed.</div>
+					<div id="ln176">Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-21">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,</div>
+					<div>Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends</div>
+					<div>Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are
+						departed.</div>
+					<div>And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;<span
+							class="lnum">180</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Departed, have left no addresses.</div>
+					<div>By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .</div>
+					<div>Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,</div>
+					<div>Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.</div>
+					<div>But at my back in a cold blast I hear</div>
+					<div>The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to
+						ear.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>A rat crept softly through the vegetation</div>
+					<div>Dragging its slimy belly on the bank</div>
+					<div>While I was fishing in the dull canal</div>
+					<div>On a winter evening round behind the gashouse<span class="lnum"
+							>190</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Musing upon the king my brother's wreck</div>
+					<div id="ln192">And on the king my father's death before him.<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-22">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>White bodies naked on the low damp ground</div>
+					<div>And bones cast in a little low dry garret,</div>
+					<div>Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.</div>
+					<div id="ln196">But at my back from time to time I hear<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-23">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div id="ln197">The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-24">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.</div>
+					<div id="ln199">O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-25">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>And on her daughter<span class="lnum">200</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>They wash their feet in soda water</div>
+					<div id="ln202" xml:lang="fr">
+						<em>Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole</em>!<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-26">*</a></div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>Twit twit twit</div>
+					<div>Jug jug jug jug jug jug</div>
+					<div>So rudely forc'd.</div>
+					<div>Tereu</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>Unreal City</div>
+					<div>Under the brown fog of a winter noon</div>
+					<div>Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant</div>
+					<div id="ln210">Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-27">*</a>
+						<span class="lnum">210</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>C.i.f. London: documents at sight,</div>
+					<div>Asked me in demotic French</div>
+					<div>To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel</div>
+					<div>Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>At the violet hour, when the eyes and back</div>
+					<div>Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits</div>
+					<div>Like a taxi throbbing waiting,</div>
+					<div id="ln218">I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,<a
+						epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-28">*</a></div>
+					<div>Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see</div>
+					<div>At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives<span
+							class="lnum">220</span>
+					</div>
+					<div id="ln221">Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,<a
+						epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-29">*</a></div>
+					<div>The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights</div>
+					<div>Her stove, and lays out food in tins.</div>
+					<div>Out of the window perilously spread</div>
+					<div>Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,</div>
+					<div>On the divan are piled (at night her bed)</div>
+					<div>Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.</div>
+					<div>I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs</div>
+					<div>Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -</div>
+					<div>I too awaited the expected guest.<span class="lnum">230</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,</div>
+					<div>A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,</div>
+					<div>One of the low on whom assurance sits</div>
+					<div>As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.</div>
+					<div>The time is now propitious, as he guesses,</div>
+					<div>The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,</div>
+					<div>Endeavours to engage her in caresses</div>
+					<div>Which still are unreproved, if undesired.</div>
+					<div>Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;</div>
+					<div>Exploring hands encounter no defence;<span class="lnum"
+							>240</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>His vanity requires no response,</div>
+					<div>And makes a welcome of indifference.</div>
+					<div>(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all</div>
+					<div>Enacted on this same divan or bed;</div>
+					<div>I who have sat by Thebes below the wall</div>
+					<div>And walked among the lowest of the dead.)</div>
+					<div>Bestows one final patronising kiss,</div>
+					<div>And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>She turns and looks a moment in the glass,</div>
+					<div>Hardly aware of her departed lover;<span class="lnum"
+							>250</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:</div>
+					<div>"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over."</div>
+					<div id="ln253">When lovely woman stoops to folly and<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-30">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Paces about her room again, alone,</div>
+					<div>She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,</div>
+					<div>And puts a record on the gramophone.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div id="ln257">"This music crept by me upon the waters"<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-31">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.</div>
+					<div>O City city, I can sometimes hear</div>
+					<div>Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,<span class="lnum"
+							>260</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>The pleasant whining of a mandoline</div>
+					<div>And a clatter and a chatter from within</div>
+					<div>Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls</div>
+					<div id="ln264">Of Magnus Martyr hold<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-32"
+							>*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup indent">
+					<div id="ln266">The river sweats<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-33">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Oil and tar</div>
+					<div>The barges drift</div>
+					<div>With the turning tide</div>
+					<div>Red sails<span class="lnum">270</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Wide</div>
+					<div>To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.</div>
+					<div>The barges wash</div>
+					<div>Drifting logs</div>
+					<div>Down Greenwich reach</div>
+					<div>Past the Isle of Dogs.</div>
+					<div class="indent">Weialala leia</div>
+					<div class="indent">Wallala leialala</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup indent">
+					<div id="ln279">Elizabeth and Leicester<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-34"
+							>*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Beating oars<span class="lnum">280</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>The stern was formed</div>
+					<div>A gilded shell</div>
+					<div>Red and gold</div>
+					<div>The brisk swell</div>
+					<div>Rippled both shores</div>
+					<div>Southwest wind</div>
+					<div>Carried down stream</div>
+					<div>The peal of bells</div>
+					<div>White towers</div>
+					<div class="indent">Weialala leia<span class="lnum">290</span>
+					</div>
+					<div class="indent">Wallala leialala</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>"Trams and dusty trees.</div>
+					<div id="ln293">Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-35">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees</div>
+					<div>Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart</div>
+					<div>Under my feet. After the event</div>
+					<div>He wept. He promised 'a new start'.</div>
+					<div>I made no comment. What should I resent?"</div>
+					<div>"On Margate Sands.<span class="lnum">300</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>I can connect</div>
+					<div>Nothing with nothing.</div>
+					<div>The broken fingernails of dirty hands.</div>
+					<div>My people humble people who expect</div>
+					<div>Nothing."</div>
+					<div class="indent">la la</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div id="ln307">To Carthage then I came<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-36"
+							>*</a>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div  id="ln308">Burning burning burning burning<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-37">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div  id="ln309">O Lord Thou pluckest me out<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-38">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>O Lord Thou pluckest<span class="lnum">310</span>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>burning</div>
+				</div>
+			</section>
+			<section id="ch4">
+				<h2>IV. DEATH BY WATER</h2>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,</div>
+					<div>Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell</div>
+					<div>And the profit and loss.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div class="indent2">A current under sea</div>
+					<div>Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell</div>
+					<div>He passed the stages of his age and youth</div>
+					<div>Entering the whirlpool.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div class="indent2">Gentile or Jew</div>
+					<div>O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,<span
+							class="lnum">320</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.</div>
+				</div>
+			</section>
+			<section id="ch5">
+				<h2>V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID</h2>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>After the torchlight red on sweaty faces</div>
+					<div>After the frosty silence in the gardens</div>
+					<div>After the agony in stony places</div>
+					<div>The shouting and the crying</div>
+					<div>Prison and palace and reverberation</div>
+					<div>Of thunder of spring over distant mountains</div>
+					<div>He who was living is now dead</div>
+					<div>We who were living are now dying</div>
+					<div>With a little patience<span class="lnum">330</span>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>Here is no water but only rock</div>
+					<div>Rock and no water and the sandy road</div>
+					<div>The road winding above among the mountains</div>
+					<div>Which are mountains of rock without water</div>
+					<div>If there were water we should stop and drink</div>
+					<div>Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think</div>
+					<div>Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand</div>
+					<div>If there were only water amongst the rock</div>
+					<div>Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit</div>
+					<div>Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit<span class="lnum"
+							>340</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>There is not even silence in the mountains</div>
+					<div>But dry sterile thunder without rain</div>
+					<div>There is not even solitude in the mountains</div>
+					<div>But red sullen faces sneer and snarl</div>
+					<div>From doors of mudcracked houses</div>
+					<div class="linegroup">
+						<div class="indent2">If there were water</div>
+						<div>And no rock</div>
+						<div>If there were rock</div>
+						<div>And also water</div>
+						<div>And water<span class="lnum">350</span>
+						</div>
+						<div>A spring</div>
+						<div>A pool among the rock</div>
+						<div>If there were the sound of water only</div>
+						<div>Not the cicada</div>
+						<div>And dry grass singing</div>
+						<div>But sound of water over a rock</div>
+						<div id="ln357">Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees<a
+								epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-39">*</a>
+						</div>
+						<div>Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop</div>
+						<div>But there is no water</div>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div  id="ln360">Who is the third who walks always beside you?<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-40">*</a>
+						<span class="lnum">360</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>When I count, there are only you and I together</div>
+					<div>But when I look ahead up the white road</div>
+					<div>There is always another one walking beside you</div>
+					<div>Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded</div>
+					<div>I do not know whether a man or a woman</div>
+					<div id="ln367">&#x2015;But who is that on the other side of you?<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-41">*</a>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>What is that sound high in the air</div>
+					<div>Murmur of maternal lamentation</div>
+					<div>Who are those hooded hordes swarming</div>
+					<div>Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth<span
+							class="lnum">370</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Ringed by the flat horizon only</div>
+					<div>What is the city over the mountains</div>
+					<div>Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air</div>
+					<div>Falling towers</div>
+					<div>Jerusalem Athens Alexandria</div>
+					<div>Vienna London</div>
+					<div>Unreal</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>A woman drew her long black hair out tight</div>
+					<div>And fiddled whisper music on those strings</div>
+					<div>And bats with baby faces in the violet light<span class="lnum"
+							>380</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Whistled, and beat their wings</div>
+					<div>And crawled head downward down a blackened wall</div>
+					<div>And upside down in air were towers</div>
+					<div>Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours</div>
+					<div>And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted
+						wells.</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>In this decayed hole among the mountains</div>
+					<div>In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing</div>
+					<div>Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel</div>
+					<div>There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.</div>
+					<div>It has no windows, and the door swings,<span class="lnum"
+							>390</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>Dry bones can harm no one.</div>
+					<div>Only a cock stood on the rooftree</div>
+					<div>Co co rico co co rico</div>
+					<div>In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust</div>
+					<div>Bringing rain</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div>Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves</div>
+					<div>Waited for rain, while the black clouds</div>
+					<div>Gathered far distant, over Himavant.</div>
+					<div>The jungle crouched, humped in silence.</div>
+					<div>Then spoke the thunder<span class="lnum">400</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>DA</div>
+					<div id="ln402">
+						<span xml:lang="sa">Datta</span>: what have we given?<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-42">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>My friend, blood shaking my heart</div>
+					<div>The awful daring of a moment's surrender</div>
+					<div>Which an age of prudence can never retract</div>
+					<div>By this, and this only, we have existed</div>
+					<div>Which is not to be found in our obituaries </div>
+					<div id="ln408">Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-43">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor</div>
+					<div>In our empty rooms<span class="lnum">410</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>DA</div>
+					<div  id="ln412">
+						<span xml:lang="sa">Dayadhvam</span>: I have heard the key<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-44">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Turn in the door once and turn once only</div>
+					<div>We think of the key, each in his prison</div>
+					<div>Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison</div>
+					<div>Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours</div>
+					<div>Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus</div>
+					<div>DA</div>
+					<div>
+						<span xml:lang="sa">Damyata</span>: The boat responded</div>
+					<div>Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar<span class="lnum"
+							>420</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>The sea was calm, your heart would have responded</div>
+					<div>Gaily, when invited, beating obedient</div>
+					<div>To controlling hands</div>
+				</div>
+				<div class="linegroup">
+					<div class="indent">I sat upon the shore</div>
+					<div id="ln425">Fishing, with the arid plain behind me<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+							href="#note-45">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div>Shall I at least set my lands in order?</div>
+					<div>London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down</div>
+					<div  id="ln428" xml:lang="it">
+						<em>Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina</em>
+						<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-46">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div id="ln429">
+						<span xml:lang="it">
+							<em>Quando fiam ceu chelidon</em>
+						</span> - O swallow swallow<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-47">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div  id="ln430" xml:lang="fr">
+						<em>Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie</em>
+						<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-48">*</a>
+						<span class="lnum">430</span>
+					</div>
+					<div>These fragments I have shored against my ruins</div>
+					<div id="ln432">Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.<a
+							epub:type="noteref" class="noteref" href="#note-49">*</a>
+					</div>
+					<div  xml:lang="sa">Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.</div>
+					<div id="ln434" class="linegroup indent">
+						<span  xml:lang="sa">Shantih shantih shantih<a epub:type="noteref" class="noteref"
+								href="#note-50">*</a>
+						</span>
+					</div>
+				</div>
+			</section>
+		</section>
+		<section epub:type="backmatter" id="backmatter">
+			<section epub:type="rearnotes" id="rearnotes">
+				<h2>NOTES ON "THE WASTE LAND"</h2>
+				<p>Not only the title, but the plan and a good deal of the incidental symbolism of
+					the poem were suggested by Miss Jessie L. Weston's book on the Grail legend:
+					From Ritual to Romance</p>
+				<p>Indeed, so deeply am I indebted, Miss Weston's book will elucidate the
+					difficulties of the poem much better than my notes can do; and I recommend it
+					(apart from the great interest of the book itself) to any who think such
+					elucidation of the poem worth the trouble. To another work of anthropology I am
+					indebted in general, one which has influenced our generation profoundly; I mean
+					The Golden Bough; I have used especially the two volumes Adonis, Attis, Osiris.
+					Anyone who is acquainted with these works will immediately recognise in the poem
+					certain references to vegetation ceremonies.</p>
+				<section>
+					<h3>I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD</h3>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-1">
+						<p><a href="#ln20">Line 20.</a> Cf. Ezekiel 2:1.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-2">
+						<p><a href="#ln23">23.</a> Cf. Ecclesiastes 12:5.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-3">
+						<p><a href="#ln31">31.</a> V. Tristan und Isolde, i, verses 5-8.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-4">
+						<p><a href="#ln42">42.</a> Id. iii, verse 24.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-5">
+						<p><a href="#ln46">46.</a> I am not familiar with the exact constitution of the Tarot pack of
+							cards, from which I have obviously departed to suit my own convenience.
+							The Hanged Man, a member of the traditional pack, fits my purpose in two
+							ways: because he is associated in my mind with the Hanged God of Frazer,
+							and because I associate him with the hooded figure in the passage of the
+							disciples to Emmaus in Part V. The Phoenician Sailor and the Merchant
+							appear later; also the "crowds of people," and Death by Water is
+							executed in Part IV. The Man with Three Staves (an authentic member of
+							the Tarot pack) I associate, quite arbitrarily, with the Fisher King
+							himself.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-6">
+						<p><a href="#ln60">60.</a> Cf. Baudelaire:</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="fr">
+							<p>"Fourmillante cite;, cite; pleine de reves,<br />Ou le spectre en
+								plein jour raccroche le passant."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-7">
+						<p><a href="#ln63">63.</a> Cf. Inferno, iii. 55-7.</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="it">
+							<p>"si lunga tratta<br />di gente, ch'io non avrei mai creduto<br />che
+								morte tanta n'avesse disfatta."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-8">
+						<p><a href="#ln64">64.</a> Cf. Inferno, iv. 25-7:</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="it">
+							<p>"Quivi, secondo che per ascoltahre,<br />"non avea pianto, ma' che di
+								sospiri,<br />"che l'aura eterna facevan tremare."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-9">
+						<p><a href="#ln68">68.</a> A phenomenon which I have often noticed.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-10">
+						<p><a href="#ln74">74.</a> Cf. the Dirge in Webster's White Devil .</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-11">
+						<p><a href="#ln76">76.</a> V. Baudelaire, Preface to Fleurs du Mal.</p>
+					</div>
+				</section>
+				<section>
+					<h3>II. A GAME OF CHESS</h3>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-12">
+						<p><a href="#ln77">77.</a> Cf. Antony and Cleopatra, II. ii., l. 190.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-13">
+						<p><a href="#ln92">92.</a> Laquearia. V. Aeneid, I. 726:</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="la">
+							<p>dependent lychni laquearibus aureis incensi, et noctem
+								flammis<br />funalia vincunt.</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-14">
+						<p><a href="#ln98">98.</a> Sylvan scene. V. Milton, Paradise Lost, iv. 140.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-15">
+						<p><a href="#ln99">99.</a> V. Ovid, Metamorphoses, vi, Philomela.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-16">
+						<p><a href="#ln100">100.</a> Cf. Part III, l. 204.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-17">
+						<p><a href="#ln115">115.</a> Cf. Part III, l. 195.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-18">
+						<p><a href="#ln118">118.</a> Cf. Webster:</p>
+						<blockquote>
+							<p>"Is the wind in that door still?"</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-19">
+						<p><a href="#ln126">126.</a> Cf. Part I, l. 37, 48.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-20">
+						<p><a href="#ln138">138.</a> Cf. the game of chess in Middleton's Women beware Women.</p>
+					</div>
+				</section>
+				<section>
+					<h3>III. THE FIRE SERMON</h3>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-21">
+						<p><a href="#ln176">176.</a> V. Spenser, Prothalamion.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-22">
+						<p><a href="#ln192">192.</a> Cf. The Tempest, I. ii.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-23">
+						<p><a href="#ln196">196.</a> Cf. Marvell, To His Coy Mistress.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-24">
+						<p><a href="#ln197">197.</a> Cf. Day, Parliament of Bees:</p>
+						<blockquote>
+							<div>
+								<div>"When of the sudden, listening, you shall
+									hear,</div>
+								<div>"A noise of horns and hunting, which shall
+									bring</div>
+								<div>"Actaeon to Diana in the spring,</div>
+								<div>"Where all shall see her naked skin . . ."</div>
+							</div>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-25">
+						<p><a href="#ln199">199.</a> I do not know the origin of the ballad from which these lines are
+							taken: it was reported to me from Sydney, Australia.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-26">
+						<p><a href="#ln202">202.</a> V. Verlaine, Parsifal.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-27">
+						<p><a href="#ln210">210.</a> The currants were quoted at a price "cost insurance and freight to
+							London"; and the Bill of Lading etc. were to be handed to the buyer upon
+							payment of the sight draft.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-28">
+						<p><a href="#ln218">218.</a> Tiresias, although a mere spectator and not indeed a "character," is
+							yet the most important personage in the poem, uniting all the rest. Just
+							as the one-eyed merchant, seller of currants, melts into the Phoenician
+							Sailor, and the latter is not wholly distinct from Ferdinand Prince of
+							Naples, so all the women are one woman, and the two sexes meet in
+							Tiresias. What Tiresias sees, in fact, is the substance of the poem. The
+							whole passage from Ovid is of great anthropological interest:</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="la">
+							<p>'. . . Cum Iunone iocos et maior vestra profecto est<br /> Quam, quae
+								contingit maribus,' dixisse, 'voluptas.'<br /> Illa negat; placuit
+								quae sit sententia docti<br /> Quaerere Tiresiae: venus huic erat
+								utraque nota.<br /> Nam duo magnorum viridi coeuntia silva<br />
+								Corpora serpentum baculi violaverat ictu<br /> Deque viro factus,
+								mirabile, femina septem<br /> Egerat autumnos; octavo rursus
+								eosdem<br /> Vidit et 'est vestrae si tanta potentia plagae,'<br />
+								Dixit 'ut auctoris sortem in contraria mutet,<br /> Nunc quoque vos
+								feriam!' percussis anguibus isdem<br /> Forma prior rediit
+								genetivaque venit imago.<br /> Arbiter hic igitur sumptus de lite
+								iocosa<br /> Dicta Iovis firmat; gravius Saturnia iusto<br /> Nec
+								pro materia fertur doluisse suique<br /> Iudicis aeterna damnavit
+								lumina nocte,<br /> At pater omnipotens (neque enim licet inrita
+								cuiquam<br /> Facta dei fecisse deo) pro lumine adempto<br /> Scire
+								futura dedit poenamque levavit honore.<br />
+							</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-29">
+						<p><a href="#ln221">221.</a> This may not appear as exact as Sappho's lines, but I had in mind
+							the "longshore" or "dory" fisherman, who returns at nightfall.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-30">
+						<p><a href="#ln253">253.</a> V. Goldsmith, the song in The Vicar of Wakefield.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-31">
+						<p><a href="#ln257">257.</a> V. The Tempest, as above.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-32">
+						<p><a href="#ln264">264.</a> The interior of St. Magnus Martyr is to my mind one of the finest
+							among Wren's interiors. See The Proposed Demolition of Nineteen City
+							Churches (P. S. King &amp; Son, Ltd.).</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-33">
+						<p><a href="#ln266">266.</a> The Song of the (three) Thames-daughters begins here. From line 292
+							to 306 inclusive they speak in turn. V. Gutterdsammerung, III. i: the
+							Rhine-daughters.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-34">
+						<p><a href="#ln279">279.</a> V. Froude, Elizabeth, Vol. I, ch. iv, letter of De Quadra to Philip
+							of Spain:</p>
+						<blockquote>
+							<div>
+								<div>"In the afternoon we were in a barge, watching the
+									games on the river.</div>
+								<div>(The queen) was alone with Lord Robert and myself
+									on the poop,</div>
+								<div>when they began to talk nonsense, and went so far
+									that Lord Robert</div>
+								<div>at last said, as I was on the spot there was no
+									reason why they</div>
+								<div>should not be married if the queen pleased."</div>
+							</div>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-35">
+						<p><a href="#ln293">293.</a> Cf. Purgatorio, v. 133:</p>
+						<blockquote>
+							<p>"Ricorditi di me, che son la Pia;<br />Siena mi fe', disfecemi
+								Maremma."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-36">
+						<p><a href="#ln307">307.</a> V. St. Augustine's Confessions: "to Carthage then I came, where a
+							cauldron of unholy loves sang all about mine ears."</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-37">
+						<p><a href="#ln308">308.</a> The complete text of the Buddha's Fire Sermon (which corresponds in
+							importance to the Sermon on the Mount) from which these words are taken,
+							will be found translated in the late Henry Clarke Warren's Buddhism in
+							Translation (Harvard Oriental Series). Mr. Warren was one of the great
+							pioneers of Buddhist studies in the Occident.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-38">
+						<p><a href="#ln309">309.</a> From St. Augustine's Confessions again. The collocation of these two
+							representatives of eastern and western asceticism, as the culmination of
+							this part of the poem, is not an accident.</p>
+					</div>
+				</section>
+				<section>
+					<h3>V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID</h3>
+					<p>In the first part of Part V three themes are employed: the journey to Emmaus,
+						the approach to the Chapel Perilous (see Miss Weston's book) and the present
+						decay of eastern Europe.</p>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-39">
+						<p><a href="#ln357">357.</a> This is Turdus aonalaschkae pallasii, the hermit-thrush which I have
+							heard in Quebec County. Chapman says (Handbook of Birds of Eastern North
+							America) "it is most at home in secluded woodland and thickety retreats.
+							. . . Its notes are not remarkable for variety or volume, but in purity
+							and sweetness of tone and exquisite modulation they are unequalled." Its
+							"water-dripping song" is justly celebrated.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-40">
+						<p><a href="#ln360">360.</a> The following lines were stimulated by the account of one of the
+							Antarctic expeditions (I forget which, but I think one of Shackleton's):
+							it was related that the party of explorers, at the extremity of their
+							strength, had the constant delusion that there was one more member than
+							could actually be counted.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-41">
+						<p><a href="#ln367">367-77.</a> Cf. Hermann Hesse, Blick ins Chaos:</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="de">
+							<p>"Schon ist halb Europa, schon ist zumindest der halbe Osten Europas
+								auf dem<br /> Wege zum Chaos, fhrt betrunken im heiligem Wahn am
+								Abgrund entlang<br /> und singt dazu, singt betrunken und hymnisch
+								wie Dmitri Karamasoff sang.<br /> Ueber diese Lieder lacht der
+								Bsrger beleidigt, der Heilige<br /> und Seher hrt sie mit
+								Trvnen."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-42">
+						<p><a href="#ln402">402.</a> <q xml:lang="sa">"Datta, dayadhvam, damyata"</q> (Give, sympathize,
+							control). The fable of the meaning of the Thunder is found in the
+							Brihadaranyaka-Upanishad, 5, 1. A translation is found in Deussen's
+							Sechzig Upanishads des Veda, p. 489.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-43">
+						<p><a href="#ln408">408.</a> Cf. Webster, The White Devil, v. vi:</p>
+						<blockquote>
+							<p>". . . they'll remarry<br /> Ere the worm pierce your winding-sheet,
+								ere the spider<br /> Make a thin curtain for your epitaphs."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-44">
+						<p><a href="#ln412">412.</a> Cf. Inferno, xxxiii. 46:</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="it">
+							<p>"ed io sentii chiavar l'uscio di sotto<br /> all'orribile torre."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+						<p>Also F. H. Bradley, Appearance and Reality, p. 346:</p>
+						<blockquote>
+							<p>"My external sensations are no less private to myself than are my
+								thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within
+								my own circle, a circle closed on the outside; and, with all its
+								elements alike, every sphere is opaque to the others which surround
+								it. . . . In brief, regarded as an existence which appears in a
+								soul, the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that
+								soul."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-45">
+						<p><a href="#ln425">425.</a> V. Weston, From Ritual to Romance; chapter on the Fisher King.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-46">
+						<p><a href="#ln428">428.</a> V. Purgatorio, xxvi. 148.</p>
+						<blockquote xml:lang="it">
+							<p>"'Ara vos prec per aquella valor<br /> 'que vos guida al som de
+								l'escalina,<br /> 'sovegna vos a temps de ma dolor.'<br /> Poi
+								s'ascose nel foco che gli affina."</p>
+						</blockquote>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-47">
+						<p><a href="#ln429">429.</a> V. Pervigilium Veneris. Cf. Philomela in Parts II and III.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-48">
+						<p><a href="#ln430">430.</a> V. Gerard de Nerval, Sonnet El Desdichado.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-49">
+						<p><a href="#ln432">432.</a> V. Kyd's Spanish Tragedy.</p>
+					</div>
+					<div epub:type="rearnote" id="note-50">
+						<p><a href="#ln434">434.</a> Shantih. Repeated as here, a formal ending to an Upanishad. 'The
+							Peace which passeth understanding' is a feeble translation of the
+							content of this word.</p>
+
+            <img src="wasteland-cover.jpg" alt="" />
+					</div>
+				</section>
+			</section>
+		</section>
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