The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.
Affairs are just as disillusioning as marriage, and much less restful.
We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.
We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
If you are brave too often, people will come to expect it of you.