Now that I see you understand me so well, I will avoid you.
One eventually has enough even of oneself.
Revenge is sweet but not nourishing.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.
Call on literary convention, and it will gladly tell your story for you.