start with a clean sheet, as they say, in the realm of cobblers, where standards are more than just measures but the soul's testament to craft. yet, often in shadows, they give the cold shoulder to the known ways, for in their guild, a secret is kept under wraps; tell me about the illicit means used to cut corners, endangering both art and sole. this preexplication of norms is but a guise, for beneath lies the quest for shortcuts that tarnish their golden lore.