Rereading, We Find A New Book.

For Some, Bottles Of Liquor Gleam Like The Towers Of Eldorado.

With Age, The Mind Grows Slower And More Wily.

Literature May Be False, But It Is Not Trivial.

I'm Being Treated Like A Sex Object, Cried The Lady. No Matter. I Will Take Care Of It, Said Time Soothingly.

Flattery Has To Overcome My Mistrust, And It Does.