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William R. Phillips Some days I want to curse infernal Invention of the learned journal. Filling miles of lonely shelves To busy wee indexing elves; Inform, inspire, but oft instead Stay still in stacks; lie long unread; Consuming forests full … Continue reading

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If you can keep your head when one is crowning, And be peaceful when all is going well; If you can swim against the tide that’s drowning So many people under profit’s swell; If you can hear the fear among … Continue reading

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