Fastidious Taste Makes Enjoyment A Struggle.

Nature Knows No Difference Between Weeds And Flowers.

The Beginning, Middle, And End Are Parodied, Reversed, And Hidden By Modernism, But Not Abandoned.

The Vices Of Youth Now Exceed My Powers, But Not My Fancy.

The Villain May Be Good Looking, But His Smile Is Never Quite Right.

The Public Is A Hibernating Bear, Hard To Awaken And Fond Of Honey.