Ah, Genre. A Word Only A Frenchman

There Are No Right Answers To Wrong Questions.

Can True Function Arise From Basic Dysfunction?

And Though I Came To Forget Or Regret All I Have Ever Done, Yet Would I Remember That Once I Saw The Dragons Aloft On The Wind At Sunset Above The Western Isles; And I Would Be Content.

Why Can I Never Set My Heart On A Possible Thing?

Dead Anarchists Make Martyrs, You Know, And Keep Living For Centuries. But Absent Ones Can Be Forgotten.