I may forget my dignity, but you may not.
Sex is not imaginary, but it is not quite real either.
After rejection - misery, then thoughts of revenge, and finally, oh well, another try elsewhere.
I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.
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.
Striving toward a goal puts a more pleasing construction on our advance toward death.