The turbid moiling of the Houlihan hullabaloo subsides as the weekend approaches. Like a "sensitive plant" or touch-me-not, the scene shrinks at the approach of a stolid outsider. The confident poet will find the sedimentary layer, and the insightful critic will attach a prognosis (using proboscis) to something similar, I suppose, as the squabbling deliquesces on down to its point of origin.