all this poetry is useless we will die: "Make me young, make me young, make me young," he cries. "No, no -- take me back, instead... oh God, take me back..." His mind would often change.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

"Make me young, make me young, make me young," he cries. "No, no -- take me back, instead... oh God, take me back..." His mind would often change.

1 comment:

Gina said...: he can be a Cognitive Scientist as well! i'd take his class.

thanks this made me smile... i had a lecture like this, but then we moved on to Synesthesia... which is just as amazing a topic.; October 18, 2009 at 10:41 PM

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