Certain confidences--they don't see it--are the bitterest kind of insult.

I suppose Azzolati imagines himself a noble beast of prey.

Just as some others imagine themselves to be most delicate, noble, and refined gentlemen.

And as likely as not they would trade on a woman's troubles--and in the end make nothing of that either.

Idiots!" The utter absence of all anger in this spoken meditation gave it a character of touching simplicity.