The Professor

"The Professor" never has time! The Professor, lovingly and selflessly, from morning till night sits behind a great desk and ponders the scribes at the court of that emir of old and what they used to do about imāla. Could anyone but him ever expand and develop this answer? The world sits waiting, time is short. But very, very soon that eminence with a weighty treatise on every particle of imāla and its role in poetry will make his lofty name on every rock of eternity everlasting. With scattered, empty nonsense about the lark and the chain and the dawn do not disturb him! The Professor has no "time"...