There is a square; there is an oblong.
The players take the square and place it upon the oblong.
They place it very accurately; they make a perfect dwelling-place.
Very little is left outside.
The structure is now visible;
what is inchoate is here stated;
we are not so various or so mean;
we have made oblongs and stood them upon squares.
This is our triumph; this is our consolation
-Virginia Woolf The Waves: