The information superhighway showed the average person what some nerd thinks about Star Trek.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
Each man delights in the work that suits him best.
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.