His dialectics will assault the brain,
Contrive men to voyages or murder,
Dip the periscope of their public lives
To the green levels of acidic caves;
Fever their health, or heal them with ruin,
Or with lies dangerous as a letter:
Finally to enwrap the season's cloves,
Cover a somnolent face on Sundays.
Irving Layton.
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