They publish too much-- more than used to be published: the science is overloaded by the quisquilious matter they rake together and preserve.

Like snow fall you cry a silent storm. / Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall / Amber nectar / misery ichor.

Seventeen villagers of Lincolnshire have been fined for ‘rantanning’ […] the ‘rough music’ of kettle and pan, in which the rustic moralist conveys his sense of outraged propriety.

I want to know how you became a cleaner-upper! A custodian of man's material junk!