We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
—T. S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party. (Mariner Books March 1964) Originally Published 1949 by Faber & Faber. Rremiered in Edinburgh, Scotland on August 22, 1949 at the Edinburgh Festival and Broadway on January 21, 1950 at the Henry Miller Theatre, New York City, New York.