I stare carefully into the Kekuléan knot of the middle Dean's necktie.

A trip from you. Taken. . . . Then time oncame …

Evil like Us they shun, and covet Good; Abhor the Poison, and receive the Food. Like Us they love or hate: like Us they know, To joy the Friend, or grapple with the Foe.

More people write poetry than read it.