Sally Thomason's puzzling comma-spotting reminds me of Louis Aragon's ambiguous invitation to his readers:
Je demande à ce que mes livres soient critiqués avec la dernière rigueur, par des gens qui s'y connaissent, et qui sachant la grammaire et la logique, chercheront sous le pas de mes virgules les poux de ma pensée dans la tête de mon style.
Or as translated in the Columbia dictionary of quotations:
I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.
This sentence comes from his 1928 Traité du style ("Treatise on Style"), written before what Martin Gardner cleverly dubbed Aragon's "transition from Snarxism to Marxism" (The Annotated Snark, p. 92).
Aragon's words have often been a comfort to me as I tried to extract some especially sparse and tenacious nits of thought from the especially hairy style of certain other writers.