I tried self-sacrifice a couple of times in my youth.
I am plain-speaking out of both sides of my mouth.
Anyone who feels like a fool has made a good beginning.
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.