Come And Learn, Young Children! AKA The School

[lass of something much]

(she's been doing so for quite some ears...)

[Verdauga]

(Ears is a wonderful currency, indeed. I understand why she practices for them.)

[Kade Rivok]

(I thought you were detective, not a bounty hunter.)

[Verdauga]

(I didn't say I traded in them)

[lass of something much]

>_>

[shisteer of nothing much]

Spoiler

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,   
    And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!

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Was that from memory or did you just copy and paste?

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Let uz zee... Notable individual Wraithz 'ave...und able tae...for zoze vhom...'ove'er zoze zat...unlezz zey 'ave...in vhich caze...In alternate reality it iz pozzible...vere zat reality's version o'...'oive-zhipz can uzually regrov after... *Keepz ztudyin'*

[lass of something much]

Man, I thought I would understand Hiag's post in the shadow relm, welp, I guess not..

[shisteer of nothing much]

Let uz zee... Notable individual Wraithz 'ave...und able tae...for zoze vhom...'ove'er zoze zat...unlezz zey 'ave...in vhich caze...In alternate reality it iz pozzible...vere zat reality's version o'...'oive-zhipz can uzually regrov after... *Keepz ztudyin'*

'iag, it vould be apprez'eated if ye finiz'ed yer zentenzez.

[Booklover]

Spoiler

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,   
    And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!

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Was that from memory or did you just copy and paste?

I just copied and pasted. However, there are some other poems I know.

Demon pox, oh demon pox,
Just how is it acquired?
One must go down to the bad part of town until one is very tired,
Demon pox, oh demon pox,
I had it all along,
No, not the pox, you foolish blocks,
I mean this very song!
For I was right, and you were wrong!

[shisteer of nothing much]

Ah. You should memorise it.

[Booklover]

Perhaps after memorising Greybeard Halt and the Heron Saga.

[Kade Rivok]

After much trial and error, I finally managed to memorize...

Spoiler

My name.

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[Booklover]

Well done! *claps* I won't ask you to recite it, though, because of the pressure from the audience and the difficulty of the task.

[Kade Rivok]

*Wipes sweat off brow.*  Whew, thanks!  I was worried about that.