I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
No one could be the way I remember my father.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
Diplomats lie with a heavy sense of destiny.
Nothing easier than to confuse busyness with goodness.
Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.