How Lovely This World Is, Really: One

A Man Will Reveal His True Self, Or So It Seems, On The Tennis Court.

If Shakespeare's Great Plays Are Variants Of Stories, Even Novels, You Can See How Each Character Is Telling His Story From His Perspective; Each Is Vying With The Others For Dominance, But In The End, In Tragedy, Most Of These Voices Will Die, To Be Replaced By The Yet More Vigorous Voice Of A Younger Generation.

Not What The Mind Sees, But What The Mind Imagines The Eye Must See.

Maybe, Love Is Always Forgiveness, To A Degree.

While There Are 'women Writers' There Are Not, And Have Never Been, 'men Writers.' This Is An Empty Category, A Class Without Specimens; For The Noun 'writer' - The Very Verb 'writing' - Always Implies Masculinity.