I remember the spring wind blowing back my neatly combed adolescent hair. Game, set, match. Here, where I work, I occasionally hear murmurs in the corridors.
People sometimes feel wronged.
Decisions have been made without their knowledge. They put an emphasis, correctly, on the importance of communication. Which sometimes makes me feel old, even aloof. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead, and so on. In the West, discipline has been distilled to help ensure basic rights and fairness.