After a moment of shrinking back, we domesticate the grotesque.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
The pointless ferocities of intellectual life shock businessmen, who kill only to eat.
In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.
Holding unconventional opinions makes people feel they have strong characters.
Machismo makes no provision for preparing lunch, doing the laundry, or minding the baby.