She did have her chance up until that fateful 19th of Jan.
The 20th he was reborn – quite of [t]his art – that real academic:
That artist of academia.
Like nuts of macadamia: quite the very best!
And that man without method found his method
And after all
They had done and said
And so to how his natural whirr and investigate
And grate in front of other fire
Which, all his life,
Allowed him to discover:
a) how true an instinct true could actually be; and
b) who truly were the women who knew.
And then was when he saw how home he was;
And then was when he knew the grand
Art and academia, both!