Passion Cooks. Reason Cleans.

Boredom Strives To Detach, But Finds Itself Stuck.

Fear Regulates. Appetite Impels.

Every Literary Critic Believes He Will Outwit History And Have The Last Word.

Alone, I Am Drunk On My Thoughts; In Company, I Am Sober Again.

The Neuroses Parody The Virtues.