Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
1.24.2008
Academic Freedom, my arse
of course, an ag school in NW Tennessee is more or less insulated from this kind of stuff, but as a professor who is becoming known for chasing rabbits and (a little) sardonic humor, this scares the s*** out of me.
"I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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