A moment later he was back downstairs, stepping out onto the dark sidewalk. Well, that was that. It had scarcely worked out as he intended. On the other hand, he reflected stoically, he had lost nothing . . . except perhaps his dignity. And that, given time, would return.

—CLANS OF THE ALPHANE MOON

. . . sounds like something I would write, and certainly an experience I often have. Although, as for myself, I’m not sure about the last sentence . . .

What do I need dignity for anymore? It’s not like anyone is going to give it to you anyway. You’re lucky enough if someone even acknowledges your humanity. Forget about being afforded dignity. I’ll just stay home. Hah!