I Shall Attack Chemistry, Like A Shark.

Why Aren't More Gems From Our Great Authors Scattered Over The Country? Great Books Aren't Within Everybody's Reach.

Call Not That Man Wretched, Who Whatever Else He Suffers As To Pain Inflicted, Or Pleasure Denied, Has A Child For Whom He Hopes And On Whom He Doats.

And All Who Heard Should See Them There, And All Should Cry, Beware! Beware! His Flashing Eyes, His Floating Hair! Weave A Circle Round Him Thrice, And Close Your Eyes With Holy Dread, For He On Honey-dew Hath Fed, And Drunk The Milk Of Paradise.

He Went Like One That Hath Been Stunn'd, And Is Of Sense Forlorn: A Sadder And A Wiser Man He Rose The Morrow Morn.

To Carry Feelings Of Childhood Into The Powers Of Adulthood, To Combine The Child's Sense Of Wonder And Novelty With The Appearances Which Every Day For Years Has Rendered Familiar, This Is The Character And Privilege Of Genius, And One Of The Marks Which Distinguish It From Talent.