My Mentors Grow Old And Foolish. I

Only The Most Lucid Can See Their Love As Comedy.

With Age, The Mind Grows Slower And More Wily.

Seek And Hide: The Lover Gazes At The Beloved. The Beloved Looks Away. The Beloved Turns And Looks At The Lover. The Lover Runs Away.

Intellectuals Have Opinions On Subjects They Just Heard About Five Minutes Ago.

The Nonsense That Charms Is Close To Sense.