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.

Lies and promises are necessary but not sufficient.

A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats.

The pointless ferocities of intellectual life shock businessmen, who kill only to eat.

Now defined as art, the totem has lost cult, taboo, and custom.

In art, a dress is never just a dress; nor in life either.

Flattery has to overcome my mistrust, and it does.