The Critic Roams Through Culture, Looking For

Boast Quietly, With Decorum.

Moralists Love To Discourse On The Hollowness Of Success; About The Hollowness Of Failure They Are Silent.

The Discontented Believe That Their Regrets Are About The Past.

Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then Closes In.

Sleepy-head Is No Longer Aroused By Tragic Imaginings.