I Suspect Victims; They Win In The

Nothing Is More Restful Than Conformity.

No Object Is Mysterious. The Mystery Is Your Eye.

We Have Really No Absent Friends.

Curiosity In Rome Is A Form Of Courtesy.

One Can Suffer A Convulsion Of One's Entire Nature, And, Unless It Makes Some Noise, No One Notices. It's Not Just That We Are Incurious; We Completely Lack Any Sense Of Each Other's Existences.