A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits.
Avant-garde art jousts with propriety, but takes care never to unseat it.
Outside books, we avoid colorful characters.
Learned researches lead to headaches, constipation, and befuddled quarreling.
At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.