The system was not always right, and neither was I. Some warnings should have been heard, some institutions deserved the criticism and some of the stupidity I encountered was every bit as damaging as I have described it. Yet anger becomes dishonest when it edits out my pride, my impatience, my need to be recognised or the possibility that another person saw a cost I had not included. The losing side of a dispute is not automatically the noble side simply because it contains me.