I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.
Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.
It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the largest pyramid.
Didacticism is the death of art.