Thank God for the passing of the discomforts and vile cuisine of the age of chivalry!
The desire to create literature leads to frights, grunts, and coy looks.
Lying just for the fun of it is either art or pathology.
Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.
I alternate between reading cook books and reading diet books.
I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.