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Overloading the Machine

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Accept tourism, it's a soiled tusk again
But it's economic, the mascot ally
We use to perceive, twist and tie the beach
To the forest. Or else you may sing in alto
The way taxis lie about negotiating
Their beams, waiting to ply
Their trade again.

"...The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes'!" "Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?" Alice said, trying to feel interested. "No, you don't understand," the Knight said, looking a little vexed. "That's what the name is called. The name really is, 'The Aged Aged Man.'" "Then I ought to have said "That's what the song is called'?" Alice corrected herself. "No, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing! The song is called 'Ways and Means': but that's only what it is called you know!" "Well, what is the song then?" said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered. "I was coming to that," the Knight said. "The song really is "A-sitting on a Gate": and the tune's my own invention."

-- Lewis Carroll, "Through the Looking Glass"