In the old days, young men had to study; they didn't want to be called dunces, so they had to work hard whether they liked it or not. But now, they need only say 'everything in the world is foolery!' and the trick's done. Young men are delighted. And, to be sure, they were simply geese before, and now they have suddenly turned nihilists.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here