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"
Why
could
he
never
get
more
than
a
couplet
at
a
time
?
Now
he
needed
something
to
rhyme
with
:
"
You
would
keep
Him
straight
with
science
,
tho
He
had
gone
wrong
before
...
"
Well
,
anyway
...
"
You
met
your
children
in
your
home
--
'
I
've
fixed
it
up
!
'
you
cried
,
Took
your
fifty
years
of
Europe
,
and
then
virtuously
--
died
.
"
"
That
was
to
a
great
extent
Tennyson
's
idea
,
"
came
the
lecturer
's
voice
.
"
Swinburne
's
Song
in
the
Time
of
Order
might
well
have
been
Tennyson
's
title
.
He
idealized
order
against
chaos
,
against
waste
.
"
At
last
Amory
had
it
.
He
turned
over
another
page
and
scrawled
vigorously
for
the
twenty
minutes
that
was
left
of
the
hour
.
Then
he
walked
up
to
the
desk
and
deposited
a
page
torn
out
of
his
note-book
.
"
Here
's
a
poem
to
the
Victorians
,
sir
,
"
he
said
coldly
.
