She was lying. No, she was not. It was both truth and falsehood. Truth because it accorded with the facts, falsehood because the significance of what she said - as I already knew - depended not on its truth but on the fact that it came from her, like the look in her eyes or her perfume.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Cosmos - pg. 77
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