It is not confused. We are.
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.
Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.
Ideologies can survive hostility, but not indifference.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.
Profusion gives pleasure up to a point; then we become squeamish.