The current of the air.

Should I tell you my comedy, my tragedy? Should I tell you of the things which make me feel an actor, but which in only my actions am I such a participant? Should you throw your sins at the pastor, at the pages of your diary, into the open air? I think so. Ventilation is the only way to alleviate such contaminations in your vicinity. A great many things deserve to be spoken aloud, and even more need to be.