Invention
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Sep 11, 2026
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Poems 1 through 30.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Loving, in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
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Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
astrophel and stella poems one through thirty loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show that she dear she might take some pleasure of my pain pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
Vivek RaghunathanGUEST
So then what's happening? You are just waiting on the...
Vivek RaghunathanGUEST
a member communication to happen between multiple processor and it's not happening fast enough so then your tokens are getting limited by how fast you can communicate back and forth and now your entire performance is limited by how fast you can communicate and that is hitting a wall with copper wires and now with optical cables all we are reviving is the telecom industries Invention, which has replaced copper wire with optical cable and with optical cable photons can travel longer.
Vivek RaghunathanGUEST
And now I can, um, and I can travel faster.
Vivek RaghunathanGUEST
So you can travel longer and faster without needing additional energy.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Poems 1 through 30.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Astrophel and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Poems 1 through 30. loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show that she dear she might take some pleasure of my pain pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
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Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
astrophel and stella poems i through thirty loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show that she dear she might take some pleasure of my pain pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Poems 1 through 30.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
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We have more minerals than the whole of Europe.
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Invention has made easy the turning of this vast natural wealth into supplies for all the needs of man.
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One worker today can produce more than 20 workers could produce a century ago.
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The people living in this land of gold are the most daring and resourceful on the globe.
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We must try to make little business big and all business honest instead of striving to make big business little and yet letting it remain dishonest.
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Present-day business is as unlike old-time business as the old-time oxcart is unlike the present-day locomotive.
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Invention has made the whole world over again.
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The railroad, telegraph, telephone have bound the people of modern nations into families.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Poems 1 through 30.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Thomas CopelandNARRATOR
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
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