Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.
Romantics consider common sense vulgar.
The absolute has moved into the fortress of the absurd.
If I had found the words I was looking for, I would not have read so much.
The desire to perform impedes conversation.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?