“Which now is better–  Pure reason or rhyme,  A man of letters,  Or a keeper of time?    His meaning covered  In worthless doggerel,  Is undiscovered  In his foggerel.   Reason is active,  But rhyme is a ruse,  A silly distractive  No one should use.    Give to the reader  The unadorned facts,  In timely order  With logic exact,    Without delusion  On premise and precept,  Drawing conclusions  We all should accept.    So pound in a nail,  And mind the gap,  Now ration the ale  For the mindless sap.”    “Now see here!” says Rhyme.  “I’m starting to tire.  You’ve taken […]

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