Sometimes I would like to forget this whole business of looking toward others before I do something. I rather quietly tried to break the tension by suggesting that a blown fog stack is less messy than a blown smoke stack. I knew how he felt, for I have lived with it all my life. If you don't think a past like that presents problems, you are out of touch with my world. I have quite a few chipped panes to show anyone who wants to know what it is like to live in a glass house.
Letters read of all.
There seems to be a contradiction in those words. We believe that letters are personal, intimate. It would be a dirty trick for you to open your roommate's love letter from back home and read it over the dining hall public address system this noon. Especially in our day, letters are often private, and reading another's mail is an invasion of privacy. Now I do not intend to preach, exhort, or admonish you.