The act and/or process of creating a vessel for nightmares.
When I drink coffee, I advocate fiercely for the wild liberty of the mind. When I drink beer, I become a leading vessel of bonhomie in the world. When I drink wine, I denounce all exertions unambiguously.
In conclusion: my conduct is informed neither by nature nor by nurture, but by beverage.
Not only am I unpopular with the masses, I’m not even popular with myself.
Samsa acknowledged he was a monstrous vermin.
A prominent official has cited Lenin as the principal model for his conduct. That’s short-sighted, of course. Lenin flourished only a hundred years ago. Life, meanwhile, has existed for 3.5 billion. For enduring guidance, one must turn to proven methods. One must consult the microbe.
Those who model themselves after Napoleon oughtn’t ignore the capacity in which he’s exerted himself most vigorously since birth — namely, as a corpse.
I’m wary of those who navigate life by means of their aspirations. Recently, for example, I saw a vanity plate that read RUNMOM. The back of the car was littered with promotional decals for long-distance races.
Preferable are those who identify more closely with their missteps — the woman driving on the highway with the words Just Divorced scrawled cheerfully across the rear window.