most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning
Here’s another casually sharp insight into human nature. From time to time, everyone pretends to be something they’re not. And sometimes this pretense is just a costume, worn as if for a holiday party, to be discarded and forgotten after the festivities of the moment expire. But sometimes the pretense is aspiration in disguise; the costume turns out to be not a drapery over skin, but a layer emerging from underneath.