It gets to a point where we get scared even by honest people.
Because we've been lied to before by those who we believed were honest.
And now you meet a genuine person,and that scares you.
The fear of being lied to again.

There is a room in England somewhere, but it's nowhere to be seen. It exists only in the mind, and only in the mind of those that have been there.

There was in him a slumbering spark of sociability which the long Starkfield winters had not yet extinguished. By nature grave and inarticulate, he admired recklessness and gaiety in others and was warmed to the marrow by friendly human intercourse.

Written By Edith Wharton

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