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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 recognised 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 cities ever, however, implacable,

Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyer, reminder

Of what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiated

By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.

His rhythm was present in the nursery bedroom,

In the rank ailanthus of the April dooryard,

In the smell of grapes on the autumn table,

And the evening circle in the winter gaslight."

(T S Eliot, Section 3, The Dry Salvages, The Four Quartets)