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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Logical Conclusion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When earth's last thesis is copied<br>From the theses that went before,<br>When idea from fact has departed<br>And bare-boned factlets shall bore,<br>When all joy shall have fled from study<br>And scholarship reign supreme;<br>When truth shall 'baaa' on the hill crests <br>And no one shall dare to dream;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When all the good poems have been buried<br>With comment annoted in full<br>And art shall bow down in homage<br>To scholarship's zinc-plated bull,<br>When there shall be nothing to research<br>But the notes of annoted notes,<br>And Baalam's ass shall inquire<br>The price of imported oats;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then no one shall tell him the answer<br>For each shall know the one fact<br>That lies in the special ass-ignment<br>From which he is making his tract.<br>So the ass shall sigh uninstructed<br>While each in his separate book<br>Shall grind for the love of grinding<br>And only the devil shall look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Against the 'germanic' system of graduate study and insane specialization in the Inanities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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And bare-boned factlets shall bore,
When all joy shall have fled from study
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