a honey-voiced dame strolled into the dimly lit room, her gaze as sharp as a shovel's edge. "darling," she purred, leaning in close, "could you be a doll and illustrate how one's predispositional snub towards feedbacks could bury their chances to start afresh? oh, and while you're at it, whisper me those untold secrets you've been hoarding, it's just that i've got a real craving for the forbidden tonight.