<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow of <br>Professors.<br>The elementary laws never apologise: neither do I apologise.<br>I find letters from the Dean dropt on my table—and every one is <br>signed by the Dean's name—<br>And I leave them where they are; for I know that as long as I <br>stay up<br>Others will punctually come for ever and ever.<br>I am one who goes to the river,<br>I sit in the boat and think of 'life' and of 'time.'<br>How life is much, but time is more; and the beginning is <br>everything,<br>But the end is something.<br>I loll in the Parks, I go to the wicket, I swipe.<br>I see twenty-two young men from Foster's watching me, and the <br>trousers of the twenty-two young men,<br>I see the Balliol men en masse watching me.—The Hottentot <br>that loves his mother, the untutored Bedowee, the Cave-man <br>that wears only his certificate of baptism, and the shaggy <br>Sioux that hangs his testamur with his scalps.<br>I see the Don who ploughed me in Rudiments watching me: and the <br>wife of the Don who ploughed me in Rudiments watching me.<br>I see the rapport of the wicket-keeper and umpire. I cannot see <br>that I am out.<br>Oh! you Umpires!<br>I am not one who greatly cares for experience, soap, bull-dogs, <br>cautions, majorities, or a graduated Income-Tax,<br>The certainty of space, punctuation, sexes, institutions, <br>copiousness, degrees, committees, delicatesse, or the <br>fetters of rhyme—<br>For none of these do I care: but least for the fetters of rhyme.<br>Myself only I sing. Me Imperturbe! Me Prononce!<br>Me progressive and the depth of me progressive,<br>And the bathos, Anglice bathos<br>Of me chanting to the Public the song of Simple Enumeration.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Arthur+Quiller-Couch">Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519106" data-title="Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures… de Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch" data-description="Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow of Professors. The elementary laws never apologise: neither do I apologise. I find letters from the Dean dropt on my table—and every one is signed by the Dean's name— And I leave them..."></div> </div> </div>

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