O that men / (Canſt thou believe ?) ſhould be ſo ſtupid grown, / While yet the Patriark liv’d, who ſcap’d the Flood, / As to forſake the living God, and fall / To worſhip thir own work in Wood and Stone / For Gods !

Too often, this interchange of knowledge is thwarted, one way or another: the entropic leanings of the workplace foster hermetically isolated patterns of behavior.

The most popular poet is, perhaps, Makhdūm-ḳuli (1733–ca. 1782), an educated Türkman, who cultivated the forms of folk poetry in secular love lyrics, and also wrote didactic works and religious songs.[…]Local languages were now elevated to independent literary status. The largest among these were Uzbek, Kazak, Türkman and Kirghiz.

I used to fly business class, but now my company can only afford economy.