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Louis MacNeice

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Some on commission, some for the love of learning,
Some because they have nothing better to do
Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden
The drumming of the demon in their ears.
--
"The British Museum Reading Room", line 4, from Plant and Phantom (1941)

 
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