Whatever we do, whether we light br strangers’ cigarettes—it may turn out br to be a detective wanting to know who is free br with a light on a lonely street nights— br or whether we turn away and get a knife br planted between our shoulders for our discourtesy; br whatever we do—whether we marry for love br and wake up to find love is a task, br or whether for convenience to find love br must be won over, or we are desperate— br whatever we do; save by dying, br and there too we are caught, br by being planted too close to our parents.