Jack and Jill

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There is no such thing as a zero-focalised walrus. "Where's the walrus?"

    There once was a fragile theory
    Whose proponents made one quite weary
    They cried "It's a project"
    But really, with respect
    It just makes all of us rather bleary.

Jack and Jill went up (and by that I mean ascended) the hill, mountain, slope, valley, gorge, walrus. Their purpose [or τέλος, applying the criteria of a non-contextual-ethical-political-infraacademical term] in so comporting themselves (coup d'état) was to seek, get, acquire, obtain (say) a bucket, vessel, container of water, fluid liquid, bananas. Jack slipped — perhaps forced, though I am unwilling to use this word, by a repressive police force — and fell (coup de grace) into the well, um, er, mmm. Then (at this particular moment in the spatio-temporal continuum) Jill followed him to his untimely death, fate, τέλος.

εν μεν γαρ τωι τέλέι η αρχή μοι.