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The Final Farewell
Or
The Last Ode From Building 6


Like a reciprocating engine
Or perhaps better likened to a yoyo
He comes and Goes
Unable to say No
Why, one must query
Does NIH have such an elastic Hold or
Are you wary
That there's again another story to be told?

Well mes amis, Surprise!
His plastic behavior is not because of what you
May surmise.

Benevolent administration, it is quipped or
perhaps salary overblown
No, no, no
That's simply a DEVINE pitch.

Perhaps it's because of all that laboratory space
That appears on tops of centrifuges
Or on the Floor
And with Amazing Grace
Even behind the Doors.

Then too, of course
There are all those available positions called FTEs
That appear so frequently with ease
Only to be withdrawn at Christmastide
At the whim of Stockman's army of QMBese.

Some would argue with merit
That it's all because of the TCO*
That seemingly bottomless pot of gold
Which our university friends
In envy
Shout
Let's SHARE IT.

Ha, ha
Now you think of the Ultimate power selector
The joys and pleasures of being lab chief
Or Director
With all those wonderful privileges
Of being treated by colleagues
Both above and below
As if anything you do positive is
Nothing but sacrilegious
Or worse.
Surely you must know that

POWER IS A CURSE!

Well, none of the above “assets”
Said with enclosed quotes
Can explain the numerous facets of why
He cannot bolt.

The real reasons reside
With people, with ideas and their exchange
With the freedom to be wrong without fear
The ability to conjure theories as if a seer
Without the constant overbearing reviews
by so-called Peers.
The philosophy of Science,
That seedbed of Truth and Beauty Survives in our midst
Not because of our administrators I insist
But because of our overwhelming passion
To know and understand in individual fashion.
And, with insatiable curiosity,
To reach for the unattainable goal
In the face of the public's
Unceasing desire to have cures for AIDS, common colds.
And the unrelieved fear of cholesterol.

And now.
A special toast to my close friends and associates of many years
Whose camaraderie was so necessary
In face of constant failure

Or even successes so rare as to be pyrrhic-
Those miracles that cleanse the spirit.
I thank you all, those here, or out there
Or who have gone to the Elysian Fields,
For sharing those glorious moments
When GTP and Transduction
We made Into a JBC production.

Finally, dear friends. Barbara and I
Leave this hallowed, formerly convent bounded place
And our beloved house in Chevy Chase,
With fond, even loving memories of three decades.
Our only solace
Other than your more than kind accolades
Is the certain knowledge That, like the Yoyo, the reciprocating engine,
And the rubber band
We shall-as sayeth that old soldier-
Return
Frequently from the Southland.

*telephone call order

Delivered before a special group of friends and colleagues in the assembly hall
of Building 1, June 1985

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