Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.
Scholars dream of finding small facts pregnant with great progeny.
City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.
Rule of religion: purpose breathes even in dirt and stones.
The banker rubs his nose, thinking of his cat stalking something on the lawn.
Beauty is lyrical. Ugliness is elegiac.