Most people find just being themselves not enough of a show.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.
The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.
I really like life, don't you? There's nothing else quite like it.
The imaginary audience for my life is growing small and silent.
The wretchedness of failure is the great attraction of success.