If I'm willing to accept that nothing is innocent, then I must be ready to go all the way through it. It implies, among other things, that everything happens for a reason, that every action, every word, has an underlying second intention. It might be obvious now and then, but, truth be told, my intuition was never really brilliant. So I can't know for sure the intentions that those words might hide; there's nothing for me to do but to guess. And now I remember, I was never good at guessing either.