Afflicted with an impediment in one's reach. Our own heart, and not other men's opinions form our true honor. Honour but an empty bubble. The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons. Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.
Purity is the feminine, Truth the masculine, of Honour.
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times. He fought with honor. If it weren't for his honor, he and the others would have beaten me together. They might have killed me, then. His sense of honor saved my life.