The Question You're Not Supposed To Ask

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

To Jane Austen, Every Fool Is A Treasure Trove.

The Theme Of My Autobiography Could Only Be Repetition.

Jealousy Fuses Megalomania And Self-abandonment.

Life Is Used Up All The Same, Whether We Save, Spend, Or Waste It.