Excerpt: "You have been conducting a masterclass in civilised withholding, and the Full Moon has enrolled as an auditor who intends to fail the entire programme. Between these two fixed, immovable lights, the Full Moon is exposing an economy you have been running with impeccable discretion..."

Excerpt: "The precise moment a colleague's phrasing shifted by half a degree and your hypervigilant nervous system logged it as existential threat, while your accommodating mouth kept offering helpful suggestions like a concierge at a hotel that is clearly on fire..."

Excerpt: "Your sign has spent its life keeping a particular composure, and the composure has carried you through things other signs would have made operatic productions out of. What I am about to say has nothing to do with the composure being wrong. It is about the cost of it. The Full Moon is going to make the polish slip. Not as humiliation. As clarification..."