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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)