This has a lot of satire in it.

I've been waiting for 10 years to fill that wall space leading up to the Steve Chase wing.

It's a dichotomy something so fragile has been made into a hammer.

If grass is greener on the other side, why wait at this side of the fence?

It is proved...that things cannot be other than they are, for since everything was made for a purpose, it follows that everything is made for the best purpose.

Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die. [Fr., La satire ment sur les gens de lettres pendant leur vie, et l'eloge ment apres leur mort.]