Well, then there are rumors. I loved them, and I passed them on, too. I suppose it was sort of a reporter instinct, the "now for a scoop" type. See, a friend would say, "What do you think of that so and so? Did you read what the paper said about him?" Oh, that was meat for me, I fed on it. But when I read the other fellow's side of the story, I-I felt like a fool. Now why couldn't I have waited until all the facts were in before passing judgment? And gradually, I learned my lesson.
Now I try not to believe until I'm sure. That way, I save myself much embarrassment and others much unhappiness. But there are other forms of thought disbelief. Now it seems to me, for instance, that a definite end of progress could result from the unqualified acceptance of this phrase: "All is well."