Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

Names, grey deeds, dire events, rebellions,

Majesties, sovereign voices, agonies,

Creations and destroyings all at once

Pour into the wide hollows of my brain

and deify me,

as if some blithe wine or bright elixir

Peerless I had drunk,

and so became immortal.

- Keats, from memory.

edit: Ok, I had to double check and I made a mistake!