From the March 16 ’09 issue of Times, the last line of an article titled “A tale of Two Cities” says this:

‘... a place we hear about often, but never really know.’

How about, we change it to: a person you talk to often, but never really know?

What about this: a person you talk about often, but never really know.

Aren’t we all like that, happy to sit comfortably at a corner judging, and never bothering to really get close to know our subject better? Maybe if we get to know them better we’ll probably see that they’re not as we thought they were. Maybe they’re even a little like us. If that happens we’ll have nothing left to entertain ourselves with, isn’t it?

We’re all victims of each other’s selfish little games.