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Notes and Reflections on Books and Media

by Hannah Leitheiser



Sir Isaac Newton




Once upon a noontime dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Wall of the Chamber under Window covered,
the Cloth involved, Darkness reflected,
The Sun shining in the Chamber door.

For when I was trying, a Friendly visit,
I stopp'd him at the shaded Door,
and before I told him what the Colours were,
Colours mix'd again; white Light as before.

Provided the Light be not so far diminished,
but that the Colours be sufficiently visible,
blues and violets refrange somewhat more,
in rain-bows from sun-lighted door.


Obviously my mind is staying focused...