Tilt the till
'til
ye thrall and we thrill.
-The Thoughts of Bractor
'He trained his mind when young, at ease
and found his love his thoughts to please
deared himself to truth and fact.
Did nothing less but perfect, exact.
And discovered his world alone, to rule.
Soon he will conquer the world of the fool.'
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