Self-inflicted Misery Smirks Under Its Crown Of

Maxims Are Sharp-edged Half-truths.

When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When My Beloved Departs, I Weep.

Realism: The Wealth Of Detail Guarantees The Truth Of The Tale.

Fortuna Smiles And Frowns According To A Timetable Surprising Even To Herself.

Old And Young Disbelieve One Another's Truths.