With none to share our sorrows or regrets, we kept them to ourselves, and our faces were impassive. Men with no one to share their feelings learn to conceal those feelings. We often spoke lightly of things which we took very seriously indeed.
We were sentimental men, but that was our secret, for an enemy who knows your feelings is an enemy who has a hold on you. not all poker is played over a card table.
(from The Lonely Men, by Louis L'Amour)
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