Through caverns measureless to man,
Down to a sunless sea.”
“Speak louder, Gus.”
“Mr. K.!”
“O’er Tempé’s god-frequented streams
There broods a holy spell,
And still in Greece, the land of dreams,
Heroic memories dwell.”
“He’s talking to the fishes, Gus: he don’t hear.”
“He don’t want to hear: he suspects what we are after.”