In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.
Children now expect their parents to audition for approval.
Few artists can afford artistic temperament.
Publish in haste and repent at leisure.
Paradox likes contradictions with exits.