I have spent (the more I have used it, the more I have liked present perfect) the last little while searching for clean socks, a deep sense of ineffable joy, and tasty sources of complete protein. I've found only the bits of dirty concrete poetry that formulate themselves in my head unbidden. I don't know if salacious verse is a good or a bad sign.

I will spare you snippets of the socialist rhetoric I've been reading. If I could, I would spare you nothing from the Brothers Karamazov. Here is the unfair compromise:

Author derives from auctor, he who augments. It was the title Rome bestowed upon her generals when they had conquered new territory for the City.

--Jose Ortega y Gasset, "The Dehumanization of Art" (1925)