…is very like inventing a new form of buggy whip.  I have two–among many more such–friends who think it’s wonderful that I write sonnets, but who are unable to apprehend them.  Public education has–and in my very humble opinion, quite very deliberately–failed these dear souls; something for which I would like to see the guilty pay the appropriate price.  What would be the price paid for destroying a mind?  Lobotomy, I think, if the universe were fair–which of course it is not.