Perhaps fortunately, no one has ever found out what it would be like to have all his wishes fulfilled.
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.
Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.
No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime.
A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.