Following the plot, gardeners seem inclined to treat words like plants, with a greater interest in their fecundity, and the ways in which they hang together, than in their brisk purpose. Sensual pleasures, I suppose.

Is it ingenuous to ask about the Visitor, who seems to have vanished amongst the Gardeners and Architects and Clients? I know most of them are probably just Gardeners under another name, but there was a sort of Popeian Chimaerical Perambulator who used to get invoked, and with whom I am inclined to identify. Does the audience just fall out of the process obediently/radically? Would that they would do that for me.

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