WORDS FROM THE PROFESSOR
O, follow, leaping blood, The Season's lure! O heart, look down and up, Serene, secure, Warm as the crocus cup, Like snow-drops, pure!
Past, future glimpse and fade Through some slight spell, A gleam from yonder vale, Some far blue fell; And sympathies, how frail, In sound and smell!
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Salaam,
Aaron (Professor)
Past Words From The Professor:
When asked for his thoughts on the player commitment level of the Athletics roster:
"When I compare what I have lost with that I have gained, what I have missed with what attained, little room do I find for pride. I am aware how many days have been idly spent; how like an arrow the good intent has fallend short or been turned aside. But who shall dare to measure loss and gain in this wise? Defeat may be victory in disguise; the lowest ebb is the always the turn of the tide."
Past, future glimpse and fade Through some slight spell, A gleam from yonder vale, Some far blue fell; And sympathies, how frail, In sound and smell!
--
Salaam,
Aaron (Professor)
Past Words From The Professor:
When asked for his thoughts on the player commitment level of the Athletics roster:
"When I compare what I have lost with that I have gained, what I have missed with what attained, little room do I find for pride. I am aware how many days have been idly spent; how like an arrow the good intent has fallend short or been turned aside. But who shall dare to measure loss and gain in this wise? Defeat may be victory in disguise; the lowest ebb is the always the turn of the tide."