New York loves itself in an unkind and fanatical way.
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.
Learned researches lead to headaches, constipation, and befuddled quarreling.
The sheen of ocean gleams on the blue fish-plate.
Sacred texts always offend reason.