







"The scholar has lived in many times and is therefore to some degree immune from the great cataract of nonsense that pours from the press of his own age."
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.
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