The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This:

I Love You Is Unsubtle. It Removes Explanations, Facilities, Degrees, Scruples.

Today There Is No Symbolic Compensation For Old Age, No Recognition Of A Specific Value: Wisdom, Perceptiveness, Experience, Vision.

What The Photograph Reproduces To Infinity Has Occurred Only Once: The Photograph Mechanically Repeats What Could Never Be Repeated Existentially.

Thus Every Writer's Motto Reads: Mad I Cannot Be, Sane I Do Not Deign To Be, Neurotic I Am.

Is Not The Most Erotic Part Of The Body Wherever The Clothing Affords A Glimpse?