"Is that the opening? How fascinating. Our text begins at "I had not thought death had undone so many", and ends with "Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits". I wonder why he began it in another language."

Re-l drew her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them, turning it sideways to look at Gabriel. The memories of the poem brought something back to her quite fondly.

"When I was a little girl," she said, "I used to imagine that one day I would go out into the wastes and find a full copy of The Wasteland, and bring it back to the city. I thought if I could do that, I would understand everything there was to know about humanity."

And then it turned out that she wasn't allowed to leave, and that there was almost no one else in the whole world who even cared about TS Eliot. Just another delusion to be washed away by her later cynicism. She almost forgotten that she ever even cared.