When I try to portray to myself my heart's desire, nothing happens.
Sloth, not ill-will, makes me unjust.
The noisy vacancy of youth, the quiet vacancy of age.
City wits, country humorists.
Being charming takes time and effort, and I am busy.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.