For what it's worth:
"A rare excitement ran through The New Yorker's copy department last week when it was discovered that a line of Middle English poetry quoted in a piece by Peter Hessler about standing in police lineups had a thorn in it. Usually a thorn, like a splinter, is something you want to remove, with tweezers, or maybe a sterile needle, but this thorn was something we wanted desperately to insert ...."
www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/05/the-thorn-in-the-new-yorker...
