I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs Perceived the scene, and foretold the restö 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.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  The Waste Land, pt.3,'The Fire Sermon'.