Boldness of this kind belongs to a man with nothing left to protect. Diplomacy is the ego managing an image, and when the image has gone, speech comes out straight and can afford to be affectionate without calculation.
Joy in the middle of affliction, not after it has passed, is the whole matter. The mind postpones happiness until conditions improve, and so it stays permanently postponed. Where that dependence has broken, the difficulty runs its course and the delight runs alongside it, neither one cancelling the other. What overflows was never manufactured, which is why hardship cannot drain it.