Rereading, We Find A New

Thank God For The Passing Of The Discomforts And Vile Cuisine Of The Age Of Chivalry!

Either Offer Me Something I Really Like, Or Stop Trying To Tempt Me.

Progress May Feel More Like Loss Than Gain.

My Mind Is Led Astray By Every Faint Rustle.

Pedagogical Romances Leave The Mentor Disgruntled, The Pupil Confused.