In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.
Don Juan tries not to see the skeptical winks that greet his boasting.
Blonds look angelic, but can (oh, happy!) be fleshy as well.
The narcissist enjoys being looked at and not looking back.
Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.
The cow's point of view deserves more literary attention.