Remote And Ineffectual Don.

I Said To Heart, "how Goes It?" Heart Replied: "right As A Ribstone Pippin!" But It Lied.

I Put My Pencil Upon The Paper, Doubtfully, And Drew Little Lines, Considering My Theme. But I Would Not Long Hesitate In This Manner, For I Knew That All Creation Must Be Chaos First, And Then Gestures In The Void Before It Can Cast Out The Completed Thing.

Write As The Wind Blows And Command All Words Like An Army!

But Scientists, Who Ought To Know Assure Us That It Must Be So. Oh, Let Us Never, Never Doubt What Nobody Is Sure About.

The Worship Of The Nation Has Been Able To Make Men Tolerate Under Its Authority What They Could Never Have Tolerated From Princes: A Submission To Rule, Which, Through Sumptuary Laws On Food And Drink, Through Conscription, Through A Cast-iron System Of Compulsory Instruction For All On State Ordered Lines, And Through A State Examination At The Gate Of Every Profession, Has Almost Killed The Citizen's Power To React Upon That Which Controls Him, And Has Almost Destroyed That Variety Which Is The Mark Of Life.