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Professor Noctutus.

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Nobody knows the world but me.     The rest go to bed; I sit up and see.     I'm a better observer than any of you all,     For I never look out till the twilight fall,     And never then without green glasses,     And that is how my wisdom passes.     I never think, for that is not fit:     I observe. I have seen the white moon sit     On her nest, the sea, like a fluffy owl,     Hatching the boats and the long-legged fowl!     When the oysters gape--you may make a note--     She drops a pearl into every throat.     I can see the wind: can you do that?     I see the dreams he has in his hat,     I see him shaking them out as he goes,     I see them rush in at man's snoring nose.     Ten thousand things you could not think,     I can write down plain with pen and ink!     You know that I know; therefore pull off your hat,     Whether round and tall, or square and flat:     You cannot do better than trust in me;     You may shut your eyes in fact--I see!     Lifelong I will lead you, and then, like the owl,     I will bury you nicely with my spade and showl.

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"Nobody knows the world but me...."

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