Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
What lies behind appearance is usually another appearance.
Matter-of-fact descriptions make the improbable seem real.
Suspicion is the beginning of wisdom, and of madness.
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
Learned researches lead to headaches, constipation, and befuddled quarreling.