Yet Trissotin, I must admit,So irks me that there’s no controlling it.I can’t to gain his advocacy stoopTo praise the works of such a nincompoop.It was those works which introduced me to him;Before I ever saw the man, I knew him;From the vile way he wrote, I saw with easeWhat, in the flesh, must be his qualities:The absolute presumption, the completeAnd dauntless nature of his self-conceit,The calm assurance of his superior worthWhich renders him the smuggest man on earth,So that he stands in … [Read more...] about Pseudo-Intellectuals and Their Opponents