But Something's Missing.

Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which Is Good While It Is Fresh, But You Have To Spit It Out When The Juice Is Gone, What's Left Tastes Bitter.

Though The Rich Of This Earth Find No Difficulty In Creating Misery, They Can't Bear To See It.

Literary Works Cannot Be Taken Over Like Factories, Or Literary Forms Of Expression Like Industrial Methods. Realist Writing, Of Which History Offers Many Widely Varying Examples, Is Likewise Conditioned By The Question Of How, When And For What Class It Is Made Use Of.

Something Ignoble, Loathsome, Undignified Attends All Associations Between People And Has Been Transferred To All Objects, Dwelling, Tools, Even The Landscape Itself.

The Headlong Stream Is Termed Violent But The River Bed Hemming It In Is Termed Violent By No One.