The eighty librarians are incomprehensible.
They draw diagrams of their glorious retrospectives;
like Cain, they are as incomprehensible as a spade.
Do we denunciate these eighty librarians?
They are as incomprehensible as Prokofieff
orchestrating Idiot with Spade.
Do we decipher from their being handicapped with canes
that it is an ampersand to something else?
It is important, but incomprehensible.