There are scenes of the rich and famous supposedly singing their little hearts out, bejewelled and bedecked and made-up and hairdoed to the teeth, so sincere, so self-satisfied with the pleasure of giving to such a good cause, so content with their fat-cat lives.

In our time there predominates an analytical, reductive, and deriving look between man and man. This look is analytical, or rather pseudoanalytical, since it treats the whole being as put together and therefore able to be taken apart.

The young man had married a woman who had only one hand, and it was on the fact of her one-handedness that my thought was focused.

But by your leaves, my learned foes / Ye're maybe wrang