The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.
It is hard to speak of sex without being clinical, brutal, or romantic.
The aphorism wants to be at the same time both main line and off beat.
Envy grieves. Jealousy rages.
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
Winning means outlasting everyone else.