Threenody: When I Heard The Learn’d Fancystatter

by J.R.

With all apologies to Walt Whitman, a poem:

When I heard the learn’d fancystatter
When the Corsis, the Fenwicks, were ranged in columns before me
When I was shown zone starts and diagrams, to add, divide, and
Measure them
When I sitting read the fancystatter where he blogged with much
Applause in the basement-room
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick
Till rising and gliding out I logged off myself
In the mystical moist rink-air, and from time to time
Look’d up in perfect silence at the Stars, for some reason