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How often do I see in our profession Learning a mere extraneous possession, A self-sufficient mass of dates and sources Rolled round in academe’s diurnal courses, Where scholars prepare scholars, not for life But gaudy footnotes and a threadbare wife— Keen eyes for errors in a worthless text, But none at all for this world or the next. . . Oh, that our living literature could be Our sustenance, not archaeology!
Robert Hillyer, classic lines from “A Letter to James B. Munn”
There once was a lady named Bright
Who could travel faster than the speed of light
She departed one day
In a relative way
And arrived the previous night
Albert Einstein (alleged)