The writer is always courted by invitations from the all-too- familiar.
Complainers rule out happiness, mentioning it only as something lost.
Life is struggle and sleep.
The banker rubs his nose, thinking of his cat stalking something on the lawn.
To learn a vocation, you also have to learn the frauds it practices and the promises it breaks.
Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.