"I once worked for a gardener. He gave me a pair of shears and told me to clip a laurel bush. The bush grew in a tub and was hired out for festive occasions. So it had to be in the shape of a ball. I immediately set about cutting off the untidy shoots, but however hard and long I tried to make it ball shaped I did not succeed. First I trimmed too much off one side, then too much off the other. When at last it was a ball, it was a very small one. The gardener was disappointed and said: “yes, that’s a ball, but where’s the laurel?"
B. Brecht, Form and Substance