Well, a grand allusion to an insignificant issue, certainly, and my apologies to Pound and the myriad, but sometimes you arrive at conclusions so very long after being presented with mountains of evidence that you gasp and choke back a kind of disbelief (while all around you shift pencils) and strike the board and cry, "No more!" — bolting up from the table, storming room to room around the house, wondering for how long you have been ill-used and hoping that not too many have grasped it before you (but knowing that they have, mountains of them), until you understand that making stories out of nothing is not nothing and should not be seen as nothing and finally say, "Enough! I will not waste myself on silence!"