"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." -- Arthur Koestler
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Midnight Oil: A Renewable Energy Source
The heights by great men reached and kept, Were not obtained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'...
Or they can wind up like this:
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'...
Edgar Allan Poe
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