It isn't my way.

My work's too personal a thing, even for Doria.

She understands.

I know some fellows tell their plots to any and everybody--and others, if they don't do that, lay bare their artistic souls to those near and dear to them.
Well, I can't.

A word, no matter how loving, of adverse criticism, a glance even that was not sympathetic would paralyse me, it would shatter my faith in the whole structure I had built up.