- Poem by Barbara Gamow
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- "Your years of toil,"
- Said Ryle to Hoyle,
- "Are wasted years, believe me.
- The steady state
- Is out of date
- Unless my eyes deceive me,
- My telescope
- Has dashed your hope;
- Your tenants are refuted
- Let me be terse
- Our Universe
- Grows daily more diluted!"
- Said Hoyle, "You quote
- Lemaître, I note,
- And Gamow. Well forget them!
- That errant gang
- And their Big Bang-
- Why aid them and abet them?
- You see, my friend,
- It has no end
- And there was no beginning,
- As Bondi, Gold
- And I will hold
- Until our hair is thinning!"