[See, that's the contradiction that's making the medium peer more closely at Weir than he may realize. He wants to be left alone but people here speak so well of a man who doesn't want their praise. He lives in this idyllic town but treats it with a hands-off indifference, uncertain of the overt and inherent beauty within.
no subject
The only conclusion she can draw?]
You're not used to kindness or a kind world.