It was a review of Proust's most boring excretions of his pen sketching his intermitably bad anti verse in the vacuum of the innocuous. His writing was like a weapon in the Great Deadly Boring War. It is rare to find a baseline of the "most" in life but WAV is truely the most boring.
WARNING: Excessive reading of walkabout verse may cause catatonia and an inability to chew gum and walk.
Sue me.