Leisure Unmasks Our Weaknesses.

When Appearance And Reality Coincide, Philosophy And Literary Criticism Find Themselves With Nothing To Say.

The Past Is Always Waiting To Entangle And Deflect Us.

Faith No Doubt Moves Mountains, But Not Necessarily To Where We Want Them.

My Father Was A Patriarch Inside A Matriarchy, But Never Knew It.

Literature Gives Us A Memory Of Lives We Did Not Lead.