Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
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.
A: Everything changes. B: But not enough.
Eagerness to please attracts bullies and bores.
Symbolism erects a facade of respectability to hide the indecency of dreams.
In the museums, everything is in quotation marks.