One of the two spirits I have at my back is Oxum, a river of sweet water. Why, oh why, do I write as I do? Curious readers, desperate ones even, demand to know.
I have been asked this question before, and I have answered it extensively, explaining many aspects of my narratological art. Follow the river of my archives, and you will see.
There is one reason I have not yet made explicit, however. Tired of postmodern theory and vague department meetings, tired of gossip, tired of convoluted academic sentences, tired of identity politics and its exhibitionistic prefaces, I decided to write here in a stately and classic manner, so as to restore a sense of beauty, balance and measure at the end of each long, indecorous day.
Oxum is a spirit of love, and she loves beauty. Do you think that in so doing, we commit a crime?
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
Sorry dearest one. I hope I do not disappoint, but to evaluate your crime I would have to take time out from gazing in my mirror.
😉 Yes, she has a mirror. Check out this great video of her: