Metaphysics Keeps Surviving Its Obituaries.

Rereading, We Find A New Book.

In Love, We Worry More About The Meaning Of Silences Than The Meaning Of Words.

No Chaos, No Creation. Evidence: The Kitchen At Mealtime.

Totem Poles And Wooden Masks No Longer Suggest Tribal Villages But Fashionable Drawing Rooms In New York And Paris.

When Love Ends, The Beloved Is No Longer Standing On A Pedestal, But In A Hole.