Mocks

The aim of jazz is the mechanical reproduction of a regressive moment, a castration symbolism. 'Give up your masculinity, let yourself be castrated,' the eunuchlike sound of the jazz band both mocks and proclaims, 'and you will be rewarded, accepted into a fraternity which shares the mystery of impotence with you, a mystery revealed at the moment of the initiation rite.

I am mocking him just as he mocks me.

Every nation mocks at other nations, and all are right.

Yanni mocks Skura for having anemia.

Its smug aura mocks me.

The devil mocks their every step.

The coarse sieve mocks the fine sieve, while the sheepskin rug smiles mischievously.

He constantly mocks me because I still believe in friendship.

Billy mocks the pronunciation of words by non-native speakers without any empathy.

He mocks me.