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I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.
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Act III, scene iii.

 

William Congreve

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Secret: A private matter whispered abroad and never kept to oneself. By naming it a secret, we immediately indicate its presence. If we really wanted to keep secrets, we would not have a name for them.

 

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