Ideology Has Shaped The Very Sofa On

Flatter Me, But Delicately, Please, For I Am Fastidious.

I Tried Good Taste, But The Strain Was Too Much For Me.

The Educated Do Not Share A Common Body Of Information, But A Common State Of Mind.

I Am Kept In Bondage By The Moles Of My Beloved.

The Dignified Catastrophes Of Tragedy Bear Little Resemblance To The Slow Ruin Inflicted By Life.