The Book of the Death of Arthur Overview
Spicer on Merlin

A noise in the head of the prince. A noise that travels
      a long ways
Past chances, broken pieces of lumber.
"Time future," the golden head said,
"Time present. Time past."
And the sumbering apprentice never dared
      to tell the master. A noise.
It annoys me to look at this country. Dead
      branches. Leaves unable even to grimly seize
      their rightful place in the tree of the heart
Annoys me
Arthur, king and future king
A noise in the head of the prince. Something
      in God-language. In spite of all this
      horseshit, this uncomfortable music.

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