Let's have some good, old-fashioned literature, with a virgin and a moral.

Drunks conjure an endless drama from their bottles.

Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.

I really like life, don't you? There's nothing else quite like it.

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Pedagogical romances leave the mentor disgruntled, the pupil confused.

The limits of prudence: one cannot jump out of a burning building gradually.