"My name is Ozy-Rozius, hyooman beans;
Look on my Works, ye mortals, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Through the display
Of that colossal Stare, boundless and bare
The lone and empty Skies stretch far away.
Bartholomew’s hasty reproduction of the library’s most popular scroll was interrupted by the Copyright Sphinx, who ate infringers with great frequency and enthusiasm.