re: #8 The Very Reverend Battleaxe of Knowledge

Anybody got the Photoshop skillz to change the “9” to a “1”?

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Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

— Robert Burns, who sounds a lot like a secret Irishman, which in the long run don’t mean diddlysquat, say la vee), but is nice to thing about.