Fluency Avoids Hard Thoughts.

Whether I Give To A Beggar Or Not, His Existence Puts Me In The Wrong.

Deconstruction: Peering Suspiciously At The Text, I Wait For It To Make A Slip And Betray Itself.

Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy For Others.

Money Is To My Social Existence What Health Is To My Body.

Love Sorrows Are Addictive As Other Sorrows Are Not.