Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.

One is always at home in one's past.

Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance sentence, without turning her head.

The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition

The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

My answer to your question'Does the writer have a social responsibility?' is NO.You owe me ten cents, sir.

Adultery is a most conventional way to rise above the conventional.