>Tung oil.
>Out came the tung oil. The hard, sanded wood thirstily soaked up the oil,
>drinking it in and giving itself life. As it did, the table became
>curiously beautiful as it proudly boasted its imperfections. The ugly
>grains on the leg looked uglier than they'd been. So ugly they are
>beautiful once polished with the tung oil.
>That's craft. It's skill. It's knowledge.
It's Arbeitsfreude.
Maybe there's some metaphysical equivalent to tung oil that can be used to polish a dialogue.
The Sandwichman