The negative always wins at last, but I like it none the better for that.
Avant-garde art jousts with propriety, but takes care never to unseat it.
Shameless: Punish me for my desire if you will. It burns still.
Clothes make the body both mysterious and historical.
Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.
Regret leads to overeating and naps.