That little grimace you just made across the dinner table speaks volumes to me, though it says nothing to others around us.

You twisted your lips like that yesterday

to show how you felt about that fellow who had behaved so awfully, when you were trying to be nice

I quite agree.

Actually, he rather reminds me of the man on your left. I raise my eyebrows a hair and glance lightly in his direction.

From stiffening of your lip as you continue to chew, it is clear that you think so too.

Oh, oh, We’ve been spotted. No matter. Our conversation, although discovered, will have no meaning to anyone else. And the poor man on your left will always suffer from the label we gave him in this short conversation.

—Alistar Cockburn, 1986