[First Man:] I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.
[Establishment:] Of course you are my bright little star,
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our
You're magnetic ink.
[First Man:] I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
[Inner Man:] There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free.