Gone’s for once the old magician with his countenance forbidding; I’m now master, I’m tactician, all his ghosts must do my bidding. Know his incantation, spell and gestures too; By my mind’s creation wonders shall I do. from “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice,” by J. W. von Goethe1 In J. W. von Goethe’s poem “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice,” an old sorcerer leaves his young apprentice behind to clean the house. The boy soon tires of his chore and uses a magic spell to enlist the help of a broom. The broom, h…

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