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Relax, don't do it, supposedly no reference to sex in this lyric, repeat ad infinitum.
It's as though a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
Just between us, I wish it had been lifted from rather more adipose portions of my personage, but that's neither here nor there.
The problem with child geniuses is that they grow up, and once they do so, they are no longer exceptional, by dint of their adulthood; after all, adults are supposed to be smart.
(And so many of them are so crashingly stupid it's truly amazing. I tentatively count myself among the "smart enough to tie own shoes" ranks of humanity, though this is constantly being disproven by mathematicians. Who are the enemy of statisticians, and the enemy of my friend, verily, I say unto you, that he also is my enemy.)
Oh! Know who else is an astrophysicist?
Brian May.
It's as though a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
Just between us, I wish it had been lifted from rather more adipose portions of my personage, but that's neither here nor there.
The problem with child geniuses is that they grow up, and once they do so, they are no longer exceptional, by dint of their adulthood; after all, adults are supposed to be smart.
(And so many of them are so crashingly stupid it's truly amazing. I tentatively count myself among the "smart enough to tie own shoes" ranks of humanity, though this is constantly being disproven by mathematicians. Who are the enemy of statisticians, and the enemy of my friend, verily, I say unto you, that he also is my enemy.)
Oh! Know who else is an astrophysicist?
Brian May.
