You wonder about a conversation with nothing concealed—its real name is hell, I believe. To disclose oneself to another is the prelude to betrayal, and betrayal makes one sick, does it not?
Irvin D. Yalom
You wonder about a conversation with nothing concealed—its real name is hell, I believe. To disclose oneself to another is the prelude to betrayal, and betrayal makes one sick, does it not?