Have always loved Dixon.
Reminds me of being a very small child, in that cusp between everything being strange and inscrutable, and the unshakeable confidence that everything sometime would be solved.
Though the friezes my toddler self gazed upon baffled and sleepless were much simpler, as a preteen pretending with protractors simpler again being mostly transparent, now blank and pitiless, there's all the plainlitoccult puzzlement of youth
no wonder my brow so furrows