As when on some secluded branch in forest far and wide sits perched an owl, who, full of self-conceit and self-created wisdom, explains, comments, condemns, ordains and order things not understood, yet full of importance still holds forth to stocks and stones around - so sits and scribbles Mike.
Bence Jones, Michael Faraday (2010). “The Life and Letters of Faraday”, p.68, Cambridge University Press
