So I’ll fly no more on Boeing
So high into the sky,
Though the fares be e’er so tempting —
For I just don’t wish to die.
For the engineering’s sketchy
And the workmanship is trash.
And the planes they sometimes wobble —
Then they tilt, and plunge, and crash.
Though the sky was made for soaring,
Like a hawk that circles high.
Yet I’ll no more board a Boeing —
For I’m not so keen to die.
Hugh Iglarsh
This week, we were discussing the central question Can we "predict" a word? as the basis for statistical language models in our #ISE2025 lecture. Of course, I wasx trying Shakespeare quotes to motivate the (international) students to complement the quotes with "predicted" missing words ;-)
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely...."