A short paper hardly stands in need of an epigraph, but I'm going to give mine one all the same. Here, then, are four lines, a quatrain, using every letter in the alphabet except for the loss of B, O, G, I, L, M, R and E.
What vast wants can fantasy attack?
What junk quanta has fantasy attun'd?
What zany dad had an ax at hand?
As Kant says, what a fuck-up …