"Maybe so," Tom said, looking out the windshield, watching the road unwind toward them out of the woods. "Or maybe it's concealed rage," he said. "One time, inside, a shrink took a whack at me, and he told me I had a lot of concealed rage, so maybe that's some of it, coming out in disguised form."
Dortmunder, surprised, gave him a look. "You got concealed rage?" he asked. "On top of all the rage you show, you got more?"
Donald Westlake, Drowned Hopes
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All this talk of drowned hopes and concealed rage is leaving me with a mix of embodied emotions.
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