The three horrors of modern life - talk without meaning, desire without love, work without satisfaction.
Failure can get to be a rather comfortable old friend.
We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.
It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.