And part of that is, what is the point of having children if you don't have the privilege of bringing them up?
It's one thing, holding open the door for someone at a grocery store, or the library, or just about anyplace else. But the doughnut shop is a different thing altogether. This is a get-in-and-out-as-fast-as-you-can operation. There's no room for courtesy or chivalry here.
Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.

