I Dream Of Vague Shapes That Hint

After Ages Of Bombast, The Rhetoric Of Virtue Has Become Ironic And Shy.

Deconstruction: Peering Suspiciously At The Text, I Wait For It To Make A Slip And Betray Itself.

Style Disdains Comfort And Is Always Ready To Sacrifice Virtue.

A Fastidious Taste Is Best Indoors, Away From Nature And The City.

Even In Rapture, Part Of The Mind Watches.