Judgement

 I’m inclined to reserve all judgments,

   a habit that has opened up many curious natures,

 to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.

  The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality,

 when it appears in a normal person...
 when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon;
for the intimate revelations of young men,
or at least the terms in which they express them,
 are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
 I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that,
as my father snobbishly suggested,
and I snobbishly repeat,
 a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. (Fitzgerald, 1)