In irony, or in academic robes?
No matter. There’ll be only one or two
Who really know; and I shall not be there
To vex you, from my corner, with one smile.
Lord, what a pack of lies you’ll have to tell!
It is the custom. When my turn arrives—
’Twill not be long,—remember, please, I want
Truth, the whole truth, or nothing.”
I saw one night
A member walking home with him—to thank him