Enter the great unwashed masses. Sprinting greedy effigies racing past eons of art, music, and literature oblivious to beauty serenading a few keen chosen listeners. Rampaging ill-mannered thoughtless grotesques concerned with filling swollen bellies with endless Pablum unable to digest nutrient rich low hanging fruit readily displayed within the garden.
Plodding, pushing and heaving along like a sea of hairy troglodytes with cameras suspended from no neck bodies. Vermin with whose wallets and purses are ready ATMs doling out money for designer duds and Apple technologies. Lipsticked hydras crashing colliding corridors rampaging through the galleries like so many porcelain shop bulls.
Sentinels posted to hold bay destructive stretched out grasping talons. Buy! Buy! Buy! Said the Barker to the throng who willingly sell the souls to the highest bidder. Comical costumed gargoyles begging for Fashion Police disciplinary action.
Pungent Yeti-Sasquatch body odors invading my space. Breath like fire lit manure emanating from their unbrushed oral cavities. Their joint cavernous maws eating, chewing spitting belching pollution into once refined atmospheres. Mischievous imps on hunting expeditions looking to capture but never to absorb. Cramming for ungiven exams thereby failing all cultural and social graces. Not once pausing to study only to add to collections trapped in snapshot memories bound for jealous friends and relatives who failed to make the pilgrimage.
Yes tomorrow returns of the holidaymakers who desecrate the House of Learning.