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Monday, January 14, 2002
There are more things in Heaven or Earth, Horatio, that are dreamt of in your Philosophy.

Witness.
Today, as we were going over some new exciting piece of data, Arnold and I somehow got on the subject of Ogden Nash. Rather, he quoted Ogden Nash and then asked if I knew him, and I said I didn't.

For no reason whatsoever, I swear upon it, I just now remembered a poem that my dad used to read to us when we were wee. It was in a big green-trimmed book, maybe The Oxford Treasury of Children's Poems. (I wonder if we still have it?) It was about a dragon named Custard.

Overcome by nostalgia, I did a websearch on it, of course.

I suppose something about its author had sunk into my subconscious, because of course it was written by Ogden Nash.