The pun exists in a social and political void, caring nothing for the issues of its day, content merely to display itself in its small cleverness.

There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.

I saw America's economy last night, people raiding dumpsters at a higher rate than normal in my home town. Digging through garbage shouldn't be a career. Thanks Democrats. Thanks Republicans.

A public role endures for the literary high-command, as sages and seers, speaking out on social and political issues.

We're just here to put on a great musical show and I think any social or political issues are secondary, although very important, because it is a music festival first and foremost,

Only the pun remains. The pun, beloved of Shakespeare, children and tabloid headline-writers, is normally eschewed in the modern, sophisticated circles in which I move.