When Sages Commend Excess, Desire Is Sick.

The Flesh Of Past Lovers Looks Both Familiar And Strange.

Beauty Is Lyrical. Ugliness Is Elegiac.

Our Vices Are Attempts To Combine Self-medication And Enjoyment.

One Who Can Find Lemons Sweet And Grapes Sour Is Ready For Dame Fortune.

Expensive Advertising Courts Us With Hints And Images. The Ordinary Kind Merely Says, Buy.