To the man-in-the-street, who, I'm sorry to say
Is a keen observer of life,
The word Intellectual suggests straight away
A man who's untrue to his wife."

To ask the hard question is simple.

Verse was a special illness of the ear;
Integrity was not enough.

"Their fate must always be the same as yours,
To suffer the loss they were afraid of, yes,
Holders of one position, wrong for years."

There is a certain kind of person who is so dominated by the desire to be loved for himself alone that he has constantly to test those around him by tiresome behavior; what he says and does must be admired . . .