The Avant-garde Is Now Stranded In The

Sleepy-head Is No Longer Aroused By Tragic Imaginings.

The Passions Are The Same In Every Conflict, Large Or Small.

We Are More Tied To Our Faults Than To Our Virtues.

Think Of The Many Different Relations Of Form And Content. E.g., The Many Pairs Of Trousers And What's In Them.

Many Pains Are Imaginary, But All Joys Are Real.