Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.

Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.

Reversing a proposition rearranges its terms, but still keeps out new terms.

At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.

Don't sacrifice yourself for me. I will not be grateful.

Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.

The passion for money is never fickle.