I Resist Change Even As I Call

I Must Like My Profession, Since I Can Hardly Distinguish Myself From It.

My Secrets Are Petty But Humiliating.

Babies And The Old Are Permitted Self-absorption. In Between, It Provokes Resentment.

The Ordinary Life: The Misery Seems Planned, The Happiness Accidental.

Guilt Agonizes Over Trifles, Ignores Habitual Wrongdoing.