To Jane Austen, Every Fool

A Sympathetic Look Always Makes Me Feel Sorry For Myself.

Nostalgia Paints A Smile On The Stony Face Of The Past.

With Age, I Have Become Both More Pious And More Shameless.

Kafka: Cries Of Helplessness In Twenty Powerful Volumes.

I Gulp Down My Pleasures, Chew Over My Miseries.