The year was 1918, and you've been invited by a friend to a great dinner in the home of the great poet, Thomas Eliot. The party wasn't even his idea. It was his friend's idea. He spoke with a soft smile and dinned quietly, but you could tell there was something aching him... it was his recent divorce... After a few hours, he left to go to a separate room of his home. While you were walking to use the restroom, you heard soft sniffling.

"Get yourself together, you old chap... please... they can't see you like this..."

You heard Tom behind the door talking to himself while trying to straighten himself up and finish his crying before going back out.