Frank DrummerOut of a cell into this darkened space—The end at twenty-five!My tongue could not speak what stirred within me,And the village thought me a fool.Yet at the start there was a clear vision,A high and urgent purpose in my soulWhich drove me on trying to memorizeThe Encyclopedia Britannica!
Out of a cell into this darkened space—The end at twenty-five!My tongue could not speak what stirred within me,And the village thought me a fool.Yet at the start there was a clear vision,A high and urgent purpose in my soulWhich drove me on trying to memorizeThe Encyclopedia Britannica!