You fail.

Looking the wrong way down a telescope does not make very small things look very big, it just makes them appear further away, whereas a microscope enlarges very small things and makes them appear much bigger. However, in view of your rant with hypatia about things on which you clearly know more, I will hold my bombast at bay for the moment. So for now, I cautiously assert that you are a moderate failure of discrete medium sized proportions.

Who fails?

Oh.

You clearly do no know that a telescope can be turned into a microscope by looking through the other end, and vice versa. -0-

You must satisfy one of the following: a) only ever wear black velvet suits, black silk shirts and bright single-colour ties, and walk around college scowling at everyone. b) be an abominable offspring of a giant owl, dye your hair a different colour twice a week and lollop around college in striped knee-length socks, huge negro shorts and an Atari t-shirt. c) style yourself as "Dr Evil" and have gay homo sex with men.

Excuse me, it is you're not your, sorry for the inconvenience

Hey, DarK- ANGeL, I'm sure if he minded than he/she would tell me his/her self. Please, INTRANSIT, tell me if YOUR offended.

Apologies, I thought (at least) one of the -=Dark_Angel=-s was a colossal geek.

And to study computer science? Do you need a bulging brainsack full of immense brain power? Or perchance a predilection for playing role-playing games and corduroy clothing that smell slightly of vinegar and urine?

If you're applying to read Philosophy, you just have to be less colossally stupid than three or four other dither-brained nincompo'ops.

This just HAS to be a troll. Surely, surely, surely. In just three lines of brilliantly composed wind up we have: 1. Love is what is important to me. 2. Poetry is about emotions. 3. I'm not trying to impress you, I'm just expressing my emotions. 4. If you don't like it, don't read it. I am very impressed, your wind up technique is possibly unrivalled anywhere else on Poemranker. Well done. But your poetry stinks. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A sacred pleasure dome decree Where Alf, the sacred river ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea... Great poem, not much about love and emotions. Any guesses on the author cuddlytiger17?

So any old dunce with a bit of patronage and caked in rhino can get in?

I heard it took three attempts and a vast legion of private tutors to get Prince Charles to pass O level maths with grade C.

I am beginning to understand now why Trinity is lauded as such a fine instituion of learning. It's because Prince Charles went there!

That is a fantastic rhetorical expression. You truely are a versifier par excellence. You fucking tool.

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