Did I answer that girl with white shoulders
Correctly, or should I have said
(Engagingly), “Kierkegaard smolders.
But Eliot’s ashes are dead”?

And did I, while being a smarty,
Yet some wry reserve slyly keep,
So they murmured, when I’d left the party,
“He’s deep.  He’s deep.  He’s deep”?

~ John Updike