My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.

The young break rules for fun. The old for profit.

The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.

Self-righteous victims invite extra nails.

Matter-of-fact descriptions make the improbable seem real.

The self-righteous rule out the possibility that they are what has gone wrong.

Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time.