Today a friend alerted me to the fact that there is for sale, on amazon.co.uk, a book called Penetrating Wagner’s Ring.
The reader comments are all like this:
With great trepidation but with an insatiable curiosity I endeavoured to plunge to the very depths of Wagner’s cavernous and archaic ring. Donning my hardest literary helmet I trusted myself aggressively through its hard exterior and endeavoured to wallow in its soft core. It was a stubborn, yet ultimately fulfilling transition, which reaped a teeth grinding crescendo, the like of which only Wagner could truly facilitate. A deeply personal work and at times I felt that I had violated him but the relief I felt after annihilating his ring left me deeply satisfied. On the surface it may seem unreceptive, arduous even unyielding but with positive literate lubrication, Wagner’s ring can be successfully penetrated.
There are sixty of them.