the waste land - anthony burgess
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© The Estate of Anthony Burgess
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Narrator :-
Anthony Burgess
Score transcribed by Rob Lea
T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land
THE WASTE LAND
Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere,
*Σιβυλλα τι θελεις
;et cum illi pueri dicerent: respondebat illa:
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*αποθανειν θελω
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THE BURIAL OFTHE DEAD
1. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land,mixing
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Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
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Winter kept us warm,covering Earth in forgetful snow,feeding A little life with dried tubers
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Summer surprised us,coming over the Starnbergerseewith a shower of rain
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we stopped in the colonnade,And went on in the sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
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And drank coffee, and talkedfor an hour
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm'aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened
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He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And downwe went.
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In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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What are the roots that clutch, whatbranches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
Son of man, You cannot say, or guess,for you know onlyA heap of broken images, where the sun beats,And the dead tree gives no shelter,the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
Only There is shadow under this red rock
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock)
And I will show yousomething different from either your
shadow at morningstriding behind you or yourshadow at evening
rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Frisch weht der Wind der hei - mat zu, Mein I risch- Kind, wo weil est- du?
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'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; 'They called me the hyacinth girl.'Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, your arms full and your hair wet
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I could not speak,and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead,and I knew nothing,Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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3Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
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Had a bad cold, nevertheless
is known to be the wisest womanin Europe
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With awicked packof cards.
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Here, said she,is your card, the drownedPhoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves,And here the wheel,
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And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, which is blank, is something he carries on his back Which I am forbidden
to see. I do not find the
Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
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Thank you.
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I see crowdsof people,walkinground in a ring.
If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed overLondon Bridge,
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so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
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With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: Stetson!
'You who were with me in the shipsat Mylae!
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden, 'Has it begun to sprout? 'Will it bloom this year?
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'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dogfar hence,that's friend to men
'Or with hisnails he'lldig it up again!
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'You! hypocrite lecteur!- mon semblable,- mon frère!'
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A GAME OF CHESS
II. A GAME OF CHESS
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The chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,Glowed on the marble, where the glassHeld up by standards wrought with fruited vinesFrom which a golden Cupidon peeped out(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
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Reflecting light upon the table asThe glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;In vials of ivory and coloured glass
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Unstoppered, lurked herstrange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid -troubled, confusedAnd drowned the sense in odours;
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stirred by the airThat freshened from the window,these ascended in fattening theprolonged candle-flames,Flung their smoke into the laquearia
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling. Huge sea-wood fed with copper
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Burned green and orange,framed by the coloured stone,In which sad light a carvèddolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayedAs though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
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The change of Philomel,by the barbarous king so rudely forced;
yet there thenightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voiceAnd still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears. And other withered stumps of time were told upon the walls;
staring forms leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.Footstepsshuffled on the stair,
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Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair spread out in fiery points
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Glowed into words,
then would be savagely still.
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'My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.'What are you thinking of ? What thinking? What?'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alleyWhere the dead men lost their bones.
'What is that noise?'The wind underthe door.
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'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?' Nothing again nothing.
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'Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?'
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I rememberThose are pearls that were his eyes.'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag -
It's so elegant So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street'With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten. And if it rains,a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes andwaiting for a knock upon the door.
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(" Let the great big world keep turning")(this music underscores the spoken text on the following page)
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RPT ad lib until After last 'HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME'
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When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said, I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart. He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there. You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you. And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert, He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time, And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said. Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look. HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said, Others can pick and choose if you can't. But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling. You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. (And her only thirty-one.) I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face, It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. (She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same. You are a proper fool, I said. Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said, What you get married for if you don't want children? HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot - HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
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Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
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Good night, ladies, good night sweet ladies, good night, good night.
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THE FIRE SERMON
III. THE FIRE SERMON
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The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leafClutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard.
The nymphs are departed.
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Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette endsOr other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs aredeparted.And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;Departed, have left no addresses.
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By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept.....
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
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But at my back in a cold blast I hearThe rattle of bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softlythrough the vegetationDragging its slimy belly on the bank
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While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter eveninground behindthe gashouse.
Musing upon theking my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
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But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, whichshall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porterin the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. PorterAnd on her daughterThey wash their feet in soda water
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Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole! Twit twit twit Jug jug jug jug jug jug So rudely forc'd.
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Unreal City Under the brown fog of
a winter noonMr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
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Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants C. i. f. London: documents at sight,
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Asked me in demotic FrenchTo luncheon at the Cannon Street HotelFollowed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At the violet hour,when the eyes and backTurn upward from the desk,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights her stove, and lays out food in tins. Out of the window perilously spread Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays, On the divan are piled (at night her bed) Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -- I too awaited the expected guest. He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare, One of the low on whom assurance sits As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire. The time is now propitious, as he guesses, The meal is ended, she is bored and tired, Endeavours to engage her in caresses Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
when the humanengine waits likea taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind,throbbing between two lives, old manwith wrinkled femalebreasts, can see
Flushed and decided, he asssaults at once; Exploring hands encounter no defence; His vanity requires no response, And makes a welcome of indifference. (And I Tiresias have foresuffered all Enacted on this same divan or bed; I who have sat by Thebes below the wall And walked among the lowest of the dead.) Bestows one final patronising kiss, And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit........
At the violet hour,the evening hour that striveshomeward,
and brings thesailor home from sea,
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She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done:and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room
again, alone,
She smooths her hair with automatic hand, and puts a record on the gramo- - phone.
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'This music creptby me upon thewaters'
and along the Strand,up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I cansometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
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The pleasant whining of a mandoline and a clatter and a chatter from within
where fishermen lounge at noon: where
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Mar- tyr hold Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
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The riv er- sweats oil and tar, the bar ges- drift with the
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spar The bar ges- wash drif ting- logs down Greenw ich- Reach past the
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'Trams and dusty trees.Highbury bore me. Richmond and KewUndid me. By Richmond I raised my kneesSupine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'
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'My feet are at Moorgate, and my heartUnder my feet. After the eventHe wept. He promised " a new start."I made no comment. What should I resent?'
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'On Margate Sands. I can connect nothing with nothing.The broken finger nails of dirty hands. My people humble people who expect nothing.'
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Burning burning burning burning O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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DEATH BYWATER
IV. DEATH BY WATER
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
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Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss.
A current under the seapicked his bones in whispers.
As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or JewO you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas,who was oncehandsome and tallas you.
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V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
After the torchlight red on sweaty facesAfter the frosty silence in the gardens
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After the agony in stony placesThe shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberationOf thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now deadWe who were living are now dyingWith a little patience
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Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains If there were water
we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
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Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
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Dead mountain mouth ofcarious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterilethunder without rain
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There is not even solitude in the mountainsBut red sullen faces sneer and snarl From doors of mudcracked houses
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If there were waterAnd no rock If there were rock
And also waterand water a spring A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada And dry grass singing But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
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Ah
p
Ah Ah
443
p
p
p
Who is the third who walks always beside you?When I count, there are only you and I togetherBut when I look ahead up the white roadThere is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hoodedI do not know whether a man or a woman- But who is that on the other side of you?
4 4
What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation
2 2
44
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
p
Play 3 times447
p
Play 3 times
p
p
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
f
Lento448
cresc.
f
Lento
f cresc.
Pno.
451
Who are those hooded hordes swarming over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air Falling towers
gliss.
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London Unreal
45
Ob.
Vc.
pp
452
pp
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
pp
453
Pno.
S.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
pp
---pp ff
ff
Play 3 times. Over total durationgo from
454
Ah
pp ff
pp
---pp ff
ff
Play 3 times. Over total durationgo from
pp ff
pp ff
A woman drew her long black hair out tight And fiddled whisper music on those strings
sul D
13 13 13 13
And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings
13 13 13 13
G.P.
And crawled head downward down a blackened wallAnd upside down in air were towersTolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hoursAnd voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
l.v.
G.P.
G.P.
G.P.
46
Pno.
Ob.
Vc.
pp
Adagio tranquillo456
pp
Adagio tranquillo
p
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
460
ppp
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel,only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one. Only a cock stood on the rooftreeCo co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning.
47
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
p
464
p
p
ppp
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
468
p
G.P.
Then a damp gust bringing rain
G.P.
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spokethe thunder
48
Pno.
S.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
fff
473
DA
ff niente
DAT TA-
ff niente
ffniente
ff niente
Pno.
476
Pno.
S.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
ff
477
DA
ff
Da yadh- vam-
ff
ff
ff
l.v.
l.v.
Spoken
ad lib.
What have we given?My friend, blood shaking my heartThe awful daring of a moment's surrenderWhich an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existedWhich is not to be found in our obituariesOr in memories draped by the beneficent spiderOr under seals broken by the lean solicitorIn our empty rooms
l.v.
l.v.
ad lib.
49
Pno.
480
Pno.
S.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
ff
481
DA
ff
Dam ya- ta-
ff
ff
ff
Fl.
Ob.
ppp
Rpt. as often as necessary484
ppp
I have heard the keyTurn in the door once and turn once onlyWe think of the key, each in his prisonThinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aethereal rumoursRevive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
l.v.
l.v.
ad lib.
The boat responded Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oarThe sea was calm, your heart would have respondedGaily, when invited, beating obedientTo controlling hands
G.P.
50
Pno.
Vc.
p
486
p
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
490
p
p
I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling downfalling down falling down
Poi s' ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - - O swallow swallow
6 6 6
gliss.
51
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
p ppp mp
494
mp
p ppp mp
p ppp mp
Pno.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
f
498
f
f
f
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. Dattar Dayadhvam Damyata
52
© The Estate of Anthony Burgess
Pno.
S.
Fl.
Ob.
Vc.
ppp niente
Molto Lento500
Ah
ppp
Ah men- -
niente
ppp niente
Molto Lento
ppp niente
ppp niente
Shantih Shantih Shantih
53