I'll tell you what weakness is. I think of a college senior--tall, good-looking, from a fine background, very bright, had invitations to attend four elite graduate schools. In his senior year he fell in love with a girl and began sleeping with her regularly. This girl was not interested only in him but also in his best friend, and she began sleeping with both of them. She told them this; they were aware of it.

A doctor friend asked him how he could tolerate such a thing, and the young man looked at him questioningly and said, "I am mature enough and urbane enough to be able to understand. I have a sophisticated enough view of sex to be able to tolerate this without difficulty." Never showed that inside he was a mass of anger and frustration. Always the stiff upper lip; no tears where anyone could see.

Then one night he borrowed her car, drove to a nearby parking lot, put a pistol in his mouth, and blew his brains out. Everyone who commented after it, including the doctor who wrote of it, said, "He never let us know what he was really feeling." There is weakness.