Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
If a line of poetry strays into my memory my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
Experience has taught me when I am shaving of a morning to keep watch over my thoughts because if a line of poetry strays into my memory my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.