zur 12. Sitzung
am 31 - III - 2016, um 1515h,
im Caffè Cordina
in Valletta
zur Lektüre des Schlußteils
von T. S. Eliots
The waste Land
I set upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order ?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam uti chelidon - O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih.
Vale!