Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.
Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.
In middle age, going naked contributes little to public enjoyment.
Sexual attraction makes the strangest bedfellows of all.
Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.
I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.