Now defined as art, the totem has lost cult, taboo, and custom.
I resist change even as I call for it.
The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.
The intimacy of love absolves us of our guilty separateness.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.
In conversation, everyone sits in confident judgment on the world.