Paradise endangered: garden snakes and mice are appearing in the shadowy corners of Dutch Old Master paintings.
Journalism never admits that nothing much is happening.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
The right time to die is never exactly now.
My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.
Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?