It was strange to Old Robert that he, who knew so much more than his neighbors, who had pondered so endlessly, should be not even a good farmer. Sometimes he imagined he understood too many things ever to do anything well.
— John Steinbeck, “Cup of Gold”
Robert Browning, taking the other side in A Grammarian's Funeral:
That doesn't seem like the other side; it seems like a restatement.