Funerals prove that someone is really gone.
The Puritan sours his pleasures by disguising them as duties.
Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.
Yawns are hard to refute.
Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.
Without asceticism, self-indulgence would be insignificant.