Jargon Is Part Ceremonial Robe, Part False

I Am Interested In A Hundred Things, But Only Slightly.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

When Understanding Would Be Too Difficult, I Become Trusting.

Jealousy Fuses Megalomania And Self-abandonment.

Unhappiness Is Too Common To Call For Special Measures.