Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for January 02, 2015
I once was unlettered, unfettered, and free. (As to doubts, well I never had nursed one.) A philosopher said, full of dread, don't you see? That the life unconsidered's a cursed one? He made without scruple a pupil of me. (As to learning, I wasn't the worst one.) The philosopher posited chains and a key. But he only delivered the first one.