In Youth, Love And Art. In Age,

Unconditional Love Is A Lofty Ideal, But Unconditional Hate Is A Fact Well Documented By History.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

I Reject All Evidence That My Fabulous Beloved Is An Ordinary Person Who Worries, Watches Tv, And Has Bouts Of Indigestion.

First Literature Came To Refer Only To Itself, The Literary Theory.

Self-conscious? Try A Wig, A Corset, A Veil, A Beard. Or Cultivate Shamelessness.