“We
die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our
memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed
since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient
social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember
that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”
—
The Cocktail Party, T.S. Eliot
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