@McTag,
Quote:Fiendish, but logical.
And it is logical, but not fiendish, that any number of such puzzles might be thought up by those who get paid to think such things up in order to pass away the weary hours of those whose hours are less wearying if they use their brains trying to figure out what the silly ****** had in mind when sat at a desk spread with books of all types trying to find clues to the words he has already fitted into a pattern using moveable black squares to make it easier.
He might be getting a tenner off the tomato growers association for reminding Grauniad readers, I assume it the Grauniad, that they haven't had bruschetta for a long time. Or of Italian bread bakers. (Unit 69 . Solihull Ind. Estate. PRI CK5.)
It is so so complimentary to one's dinner party guests to offer them bruschetta rather than steak and kidney pudding, Hollands, double chips, double bread and butter and gravy with a mushy peas side salad.
There's a nice vignette of a crossword compiler in Micheal Frayn's Towards The End Of The Morning. A title redolent with menace and cynical drollery.
The objective of a compiler is to bring the reader's minds into congruence with his own. He works with Pavlov's conditioned response ideas where the reward is a suffusion of golden glowings from top to bottom at the contemplation of the intelligence the reader has proved him or her self to be blessed with by them solving the puzzle.
I do sugar lumps myself.