The Avant-garde Is Now Stranded In The

Placing The Extraordinary At The Center Of The Ordinary, As Realism Does, Is A Great Comfort To Us Stay-at-homes.

Prudence Suspects That Happiness Is A Bait Set By Risk.

Alone, I Am Satisfied With Myself. With Others, I Am Beset By Troubling Comparisons.

Hope And Despair Ignore One Another's Cries.

City People Make Most Of The Fuss About The Charms Of Country Life.