The sun cares nothing for illumination.
The aftermath of joy is not usually more joy.
Desire is wakeful; satisfaction dozes.
If "there is no harm in asking," why guilt and fear when we do so?
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.