"Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends," wrote Harriet Ward Beecher. Most of us, however, never get to the cemetery with those faults. We gunnysack them. We file them away in our memory banks, we store them in the closet; and then when the time is right, we marshal them and use them as weapons and clubs to wreak vengeance upon our enemies.