Explanations comfort us by giving the impression that there is an order in things.
The villain may be good looking, but his smile is never quite right.
Whatever is spoken of acquires a certain existence.
Flattery has to overcome my mistrust, and it does.
The cues that arouse desire are changed by Fashion, but feel like the proddings of Nature.
Laughing at our friends, we avenge the disappointment they have caused.