/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: maneesh77 https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds one is happy to be of service Men are ugly at Nanterre, Tis the fault of Voltaire; And dull at Palaiseau, Tis the fault of Rousseau. I am not a notary, Tis the fault of Voltaire; I'm a little bird, 'Tis the fault of Rousseau. Joy is my character, Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau, Tis the fault of Rousseau. I have fallen to the earth, Tis the fault of Voltaire; With my nose in the gutter, Tis the fault of . . .