One eventually has enough even of oneself.
Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.
When understanding would be too difficult, I become trusting.
Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?
Many have attempted unnatural acts, but Nature has always shown the way.
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.