No man is an island, said John Donne - he knew, who in the pew was the maid, who was part of an evil crew that was suddenly identified on a raid

No man is an island

 entire of itself;

every man 

is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were.

John Donne

An island that wants to be on its own will suddenly in its own news blunder in a storm of lightning and thunder of facts drown, when known is who is who wearing secretly a stolen wedding gown and who has defiled a child's bedding and has not just abused immunity in many a community but also sacred trust and numerous children, and who has so far towards victims of secret societies no mercy shown!

Any wo/man, who does at decent and kind and wise souls frown is a desert island that will eventually in its own flood of crocodile self-pity tears and fears of discovery drown!