"What a Show!"

On passing through the art gallery at the library a shrouded woman with sunglasses announces to me: "What a show! The imagination here is just exquisite!" One of the pieces of this show was a framed orange plastic comb. The shrouded woman departed and as I fixed my gaze upon the comb I tried, really I did, to see the genius in it. But all I came away with was the conviction that the real creativity was not the framing of the plastic comb itself but the original invention of an array of teeth that would when moved over the scalp make one a bit more presentable. Was not this really the thing that should impress?