"I am not the kind of person who reads other people's postcards." This is clear notice to all and sundry that they are, precisely, that kind of person. They are not untruthful; the delusion is real to them. It is merely that Providence has provided them with a warning rattle like that of the rattle-snake. After that, if you are so foolish as to leave your correspondence in their way, that is your own affair.
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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