Natural Man, In Our Current Version, Is

Comedy Defends The Commonplace; Tragedy Explodes It.

Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me To The Past, But Memory Provides No Clue.

Pursuit Of The Approximate Can Conclude. Not So Pursuit Of The Absolute.

The Avant-garde Is Now Stranded In The Past.

Old Among The Young, Poor Among The Rich, I Adopt An Air Of Indefinable Superiority.