Affairs are just as disillusioning as marriage, and much less restful.
Others settle for small rewards; the neurotic must always go for broke.
Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.
You will turn over many a futile new leaf till you learn we must all write on scratched-out pages.
To smoke or not to smoke: I can make of either a life-work.
Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.