Strange priests are they who never straightly walk But all aslant through sideways passage stalk Who never seek their goals in forward lines But move….

The world is not likely to tire of an amusement which never repeats itself, of a game which today presents features as novel and charms as fresh as t….

Ours is no bloody battle With woe and horror fraught Our joust is of a gentler kind A measuring of Mind with Mind A tournament of thought.