Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.
Cheap thrill: moral outrage revels in its own innocence and in the guilt of the wicked Others.
Lovers do all the talking and writing. What are the Beloveds thinking?
If we knew enough, fortune would turn out to be nature.
The nonsense that charms is close to sense.
I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.