"Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness in the desert air."
Thomas Gray, "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard", vv. 53-56. I have always loved these lines, and besides, as I wrote a few years ago, "The relevance of these verses to the general melancholy of the Higgs
hunter at the Tevatron is obvious… Suffices to say that the Tevatron is
currently producing of the order of 20 Higgs bosons per day in CDF and
D0, and yet they blush unseen, born by dark unfathomed caves of
billion-event datasets, or waste their signal in the desert of a
trigger veto."
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