There is only The One--irremediable, and unRapaireable
Who from the heaven's brow did spring, full-armed
And with a look that mortals find unbearablest of looks
Did stride into the world to Speake of Booques.
Leaving his mortal peers all full-alarmed.

But when his arms did meet their fate at last
Through helpful gestures made in aimless aid,
His peers did him impose a giant Caste
Of finest perlite plaster grains all made.

These grains each one, like pages were but small
But like a mighty BOoke when gathered all,
By tens and scores and thousands made the charm
That held him fast, and Rapaired good his Arme.

Juhn Wycliffe Surlybutt, Esq.
The Myths of the Misses
Popbutton and Flatbottom, Pubs.
Hurley on Midnyte, April, 1822