Irony - The Modern Mode: Either The

Is Despair Wrong? Isn’t It The Natural Condition Of Life After A Certain Age? … After A Number Of Events, What Is There Left But Repetition And Diminishment? Who Wants To Go On Living? The Eccentric, The Religious, The Artistic (sometimes); Those With A False Sense Of Their Own Worth. Soft Cheeses Collapse; Firm Cheeses Endurate. Both Go Mouldy.

Yes, Of Course We Were Pretentious -- What Else Is Youth For?

May You Be Ordinary, As The Poet Once Wished The New-born Baby.

You Put Together Two People Who Have Not Been Put Together Before; And Sometimes The World Is Changed, Sometimes Not. They May Crash And Burn, Or Burn And Crash. But Sometimes, Something New Is Made, And Then The World Is Changed. Together, In That First Exaltation, That First Roaring Sense Of Uplift, They Are Greater Than Their Two Separate Selves. Together, They See Further, And They See More Clearly.

Every Love Story Is A Potential Grief Story.