For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open

A view, coming around the corner of the university library, of someone on the phone who, leaning forwards over the cobblestones on one tiptoed foot, is noiselessly leaking from his open mouth one long white pendulous gobbet before pivoting and huddling over his handset to say that he'd been just about to spit when someone had come around the corner.