realsean

Very few Neptunians can have a social cocktail, then leave it alone. There are some, naturally. But too many Pisceans find enticing relief from trouble in liquor. It lulls them pleasantly with a false sense of security and it's a dan­gerous lullaby.
Of course, the fish is not completely bland. He does have a temper. When he's finally aroused, he can be bitingly sar­castic, with a clever, caustic tongue.
Humor is one of their secret weapons. Pisceans grin to cover unshed tears. They're masters of satire, and you may cringe from a bright remark thrown at you so casually that you're unable to pin down the exact meaning or the in­tent. Yet, you'll have a decidedly uncomfortable feeling. The fish can scatter caustic observations around like flashing lights which wink on and off so fast you can't keep up with them. He can move gracefully from slapstick to brittle, sophisticated jokes.
Sometimes the fun is warm and harmless, sometimes it's cold and merciless.
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.
That's not at all a bad thing to be - a generously angry individual - but it's a hard thing to be, and no less so with the many little orthodoxies of our age which still stink up the place.