A reading-machine, always wound up and going,
He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.


Prologue, st. 7. - A Fable for Critics (1848)


A reading-machine, always wound up and going, He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.

A reading-machine, always wound up and going, He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.

A reading-machine, always wound up and going, He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.

A reading-machine, always wound up and going, He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.