My love grows wide and shallow in an effort to spread my losses.
The morose one refuses to smile even when he has just had his teeth cleaned.
My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.
Lovers never want to say "I love you" at the same moment. Hence all the love stories.
Innovation violates tradition--attacks it in public and steals from it in private.
I create my social existence by earning and spending.