When faced with a quandary, one must avoid the barbs -
Always the most projecting of parts.
One must trace round the edges, comprehend the shape,
Feel the heft of that you have found.
The stolid foundation and fumigous surround,
Are of no consequence here -
Within all quandaries there is a curious pearl
A kernel which once it has been grasped,
Will be clear and tractable, plain and extractable,
From the murk in which it was masked.