Robert Browning’s greatest poem was not
“My Last Duchess”
or “The Ring and the Book”
or “How They Brought the Good News from Aix to Ghent”
but rather that moment when,
while recording that poem onto one of Thomas Edison’s first phonograph cylinders,
he breaks off from his staticky monologue and says

Robert Browning

ROOOOO—BERRRT BROOOOOW—NING

hip hip

HOORAY!

hip hip

HOORAY!

hip hip

HOORAY!

BROWNING!