"The grasshopper lies heavy . . .

. . . and there is nothing new under the sun."

Rolling over on carving knives while lying on red sheets means auspicious circumstances.

I am torn by she who tore me from her. I must now make insincere ultimatums in order to claim a consolation future, to wrest from her an agency cold and barren.

"The grasshopper lies heavy, and there is nothing new under the sun."