Literary Criticism Now Is All Pranks And

Profusion Gives Pleasure Up To A Point; Then We Become Squeamish.

To Avoid Taking Responsibility, I Become Unresponsive But Hang On Until The Other Person Leaves Me.

Ultimately, Blind Faith Is The Only Kind.

Always Leave Room For The Reader To Supply Meanings.

Wisdom Cannot Prevent A Fall, But May Cushion It.