Hello there! After spending Spring 2018 in Dublin, Andrew is now incapable of singing anything but Irish pub songs. He quested throughout the Emerald Isle and the most beautiful cities of the Continent in search of the Jabberwocky, humming the hunting song: "'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves..." At long last, Andrew returns to Oberlin for his final year before he departs for the road once more.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Gabe Lee, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
FELIX DE SIMONE
History, Politics '22
When Felix emerged from recently-thawed permafrost a number of years ago, scientists weren’t sure whether he’d survive. He has since been updated on tool use, and can operate a computer and write his own name. We hope you enjoy hearing his diverse set of guttural noises.