Tyrants in vain their powers secure, And awe slaves' murmurs with a frown, For unawed death at last is sure To sap the babels down.
"Poems Chiefly From Manuscript"
John Clare
While he was building those monstrous babels of pseudo-science in Berlin, London, Paris, Science was taking refuge in this desert corner of Ahaggar.
"Atlantida"
Pierre Benoit