@spendius,
Take care sweet girl, no-one knows and no-one understands.
Skimmed milk, and worse, they drink, cut-glass they're clutching in their hands.
Diamonds in my hand, diamonds in my hand, right here,
Take them love, they're your's to keep,
Broken pots in ancient tombs spill them out
And angels reappear.
Cynical spendi wrote that not long after reading KSM as an adult. It's a bit of a joke on Cleland's "estimable jewels".
There's nothing going on in a creative act outside of the study or studio in which it appears on what was a blank space previously.
The composer of a train timetable is promoting a particular constellation of values.