Friendship Was Always Contingent.

I Suppose It's Everyone's Fate To Be Reduced To Quaintness By Those Younger Than Themselves.

The Story As Told In The Odyssey Doesn't Hold Water. There Are Too Many Inconsistencies.

I Could End This With A Moral, As If This Were A Fable About Animals, Though No Fables Are Really About Animals.

Romance Takes Place In The Middle Distance. Romance Is Looking In At Yourself Through A Window Clouded With Dew. Romance Means Leaving Things Out: Where Life Grunts And Shuffles, Romance Only Sighs.

If You Get Hungry Enough, They Say, You Start Eating Your Own Heart.