Men and women would be even more unhappy if they really understood one another.
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?
The modest youth somehow knows just what to do for the cameras.