The Present Necessarily Betrays The Past.

I Am Easy-going Right Up To The Borders Of My Self-interest.

As The Tenor Roars His Passion, I Think Sadly Of My Spreading Middle, And His.

The Self-righteous Rule Out The Possibility That They Are What Has Gone Wrong.

Modern Literature Seduces With Insults, Riddles, And Inside Stories.

Fulfillment Is Often More Trouble Than It Is Worth.