05 November 2011

Blog post #801 goes to a verse from a song from John Wesley Harding's latest album...

...The Sound of His Own Voice, entitled "The Examiners." 

The song is a poem by John Whitworth set to music by Mr. Harding (a.k.a. Wesley Stace).

They can parse a Latin sentence; they’re as learned as Plotinus,
They’re as sharp as Ockham’s razor, as subtle as Aquinas,
They define us and refine us with their beta-query-minus,
They’re the wall-constructing Emperors of undiscovered Chinas,
They confine us, then malign us, in the end they undermine us,
They are there, they are there
They are there, the examiners are there

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