Satire is born of the cities it denounces.
Drunks conjure an endless drama from their bottles.
Paradise endangered: garden snakes and mice are appearing in the shadowy corners of Dutch Old Master paintings.
I will not tolerate your faults. They are of no use to me.
Lonely people keep up a ceaseless flow of commentary on themselves.
Proverbial wisdom counsels against risk and change. But sitting ducks fare worst of all.