Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
I defend both the freedom of expression and society's right to counter it. I must pay the price for differing. It is the natural way of things.
