Your flattery is as full of contempt as your insults were.
As a child I was middle-aged and cautious compared to my impulsive father.
Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.
Failures are easier to repeat than successes.
Abyss-mongering makes professors and poets feel daring.
Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.