After Desolation, Grief Brings Back Our Humanity.

The Beginning, Middle, And End Are Parodied, Reversed, And Hidden By Modernism, But Not Abandoned.

My Young Friend Supposes His Ingenuousness Is Merely A Ruse.

Prudence Does Not Save Us, But Shows Us Pictures Of Our Destroyers.

Generosity Knows How To Count, But Refrains.

In Psychoanalysis, Only The Fee Is Exactly What It Seems To Be.