Yes--some can and some do; but I am not one of these.

No law in all the world can mend the torn flag of MY honor; therefore I must be a law to myself--a counsel, a jury, a judge, all in one and from my decision there can be no appeal! Then I must act as executioner--and what torture was ever so perfectly unique as the one I have devised?
So I mused, lying broadly awake, with face upturned to the heavens, watching the light of the moon pouring itself out on the ocean like a shower of gold, while the water rushed gurgling softly against the sides of the brig, and broke into the laughter of white foam as we scudded along..