Hmm.Every time I sat down to smoke outdoors, someone would plop down and start telling me their deepest darkest secrets.
I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
Isn't that wonderful? As an ex-cigarette smoker, it amazes me when this happens. As long as they don't add that their grandfather also smoked a pipe, just like me... uggg.I even have people come and stand close just so they can smell the smoke.
A man of taste and education, I see. Great book, even if American high school teachers have ruined it for three generations of students. Not considered a success in its time.Love the Gatsby quote, DM.