Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.
I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.
Self-hatred is sometimes appropriate.
Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
Modern literature seduces with insults, riddles, and inside stories.