To a Steam Roller

The illustrationis nothing to you without the application.

You lack half wit.

You crush all the particles downinto close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them.

Sparkling chips of rockare crushed down to the level of the parent block.

Were not 'impersonal judment in aestheticmatters, a metaphysical impossibility,' you might fairly achieveit.

As for butterflies,

I can hardly conceiveof one's attending upon you, but to questionthe congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.