Shy

Shy holds hidden expressive treasures, slow-to-surface charm, but if you’re not going to marry or get stuck on a train with that, who cares?

Better to soak it in gin and let it impersonate the quipster, the raconteur, modest measures for monster returns,

like a bald guy’s hairpiece or a woman’s new breasts, instantly improving our sense of something, just don’t call it self.

- Michael Milburn