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>And at the end of my journey through the waste land, I met the Fisher King --
>there he sat, fishing, the arid plain behind him, setting his lands in order --
>and I saw with my own eyes how fully he was�equipped, as the poet had said,
>with his three staves, the three-fold mantra --�Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata --
>and I could hear him mumble an incantation of shantih shantih shantih --

I rather like this CR.

Regards,
    Rick Parker