The Young Are Amazed When They Suffer.

The Tranquility Of My Room Partakes Too Much Of Forest Lawn.

Modernized By Tin Roofs And T-shirts, Third World Poverty Is No Longer Picturesque.

Deconstruction Glorifies The Critic, Humiliates The Author, And Makes The Reader Wonder Why He Bothered.

The Beginning, Middle, And End Are Parodied, Reversed, And Hidden By Modernism, But Not Abandoned.

Against Classical Philosophy: Thinking About Eternity Or The Immensity Of The Universe Does Not Lessen My Unhappiness.