Coming to grips with the reality of "one's aberrant period" is a throw down of anticipated and pre-supposed judgements one perceives as order to the violations of wrongdoing and distribution of personal suffering. Say it in English? Well, a guy knows he strayed and shat on someone who didn't deserve it. So what? Nunberg calls this culpable obtuseness . It blends with al the other mistakes even if it's a BIG one. Even if the imaginary voices could be heard it would be nothing more than coughing towards the uninspired apologist, hoping he'd take a hint and admit he was wrong. The wrong here is unfortunate but a large part of moving on - somebody ends up feeling shafted and that's too bad. For every moment of imagined criticism, there are years of bliss and magic looking south from an Agio couch being substantial and essential. How are you going to keep them back on the deck after they've seen Redrock? The man was charmed as much as he was charming. It wasn't an illusion - it turned out to be majestic and quarantined the catastrophies once and for all. Bigger than the Panama Canal or the Hoover Dam. No gold medal or anthem is required to honor this achievement. Maybe the sheets have to be changed more than the ordinary mortal does it. Filling her hardly.