These, howsofar I stray, shall work their spell, And seem to bring my feet Back to the ways remembered well, Where with old friends, old loves, I walked of yore.

Poor Charmer got deeper and deeper into falsehood, until one any he appeared with a mass of entangled wire in his hands, and declared that his machine had gone to shivereens.

Thanks to cheap storage and easy copying, our digital souls have the potential to be truly immortal. But do we really want everything we’ve done online – offhand comments, camera-phone snaps or embarrassing surfing habits – to be preserved for posterity? One school of thought, the “preservationists”, believes we owe it to our descendants.

Thus far I have proceeded in a theme Benewed with no kind auspices:—to feel We are not what we have been, and to deem We are not what we should be, and to steel The heart against itself; and to conceal, - With a proud caution, love, or hate, or aught, — Passion or feeling, purpose, grief or zeal, — Which is the tyrant spirit of our though, Is a stern task of soul :— No matter, — it is taught.