Some Subjects Come Up Suddenly In Our

As I Criss-cross The City Hurrying, I Feel Always The Unchanging Cold Beneath The Pavement.

We Often Disguise Our Reflexes As Deliberate Actions.

Boast Quietly, With Decorum.

I Pursue Pleasure, But Stingily, Suspiciously.

The Lazy Manage To Keep Up With The Earth's Rotation Just As Well As The Industrious.