all clues and no solutions
All solutions and no clues. That’s what the dumbheads want … I’d rather it was the other way around. All clues. No solutions. That’s the way things are. Plenty of clues. No solutions.
Philip E. Marlow, The Singing Detective, Dennis Potter, 1986
Of course this is not entirely correct. There must be at least some IN. Things can not remain entirely impenetrable. Where and how much this ingress is/needs to be, is the question. A lot depends on perceived frame of reference. A lot depends on not making things so ‘difficult’ that any engagement feels more akin to rock breaking than to enjoyable detective work.
I am currently trying to get to grips with J. H. Prynne. I have yet to find my Virgil [no Beatrice required yet]. I have yet to find my Rosetta stone.
Labiate tender greed for station, partial need
same time after can you, throat dry all along
diminishment. Orbit be learn, fly other to fall
out of some world shall from hunger substitute.