Nú nálgast 10 ára afmæli þess að ég varði doktorsstílinn minn. Þessum 10 árum síðar stendur helst eftir ljóðið eftir Alfreð, Lord Tennyson um Óddyseif, sem var inngangur að stílnum.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Though scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I became a name;
For always roaming with hungry heart
Much have I seen and Known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, goverments,
Myself not least, but honoured by them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch where through
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
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Merkilegt! Þetta er líka eitt af mínum uppáhalds ljóðum, enda kvæðið í heild sinni stórbrotið. Á stundum deyfðar koma stundum í hugann áminnandi línur úr því:
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,/
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
tek undir þessu síðustu orð. shine in use!
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