Literary Criticism Now Is All Pranks And

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.

Arrogance Rides Triumphantly Through The Gates, Barely Glancing At The Old Woman About To Cut The Rope And Spring Shut The Trap.

The Negative Always Wins At Last, But I Like It None The Better For That.

Kafka: Cries Of Helplessness In Twenty Powerful Volumes.

I Would Be Glad To Worship Success If I Could Find Her.