“There is this terrible and fatal quality in all writing, which should no doubt adjure us all to silence—namely, that, no matter how imperfect a picture the writer gives of everything else, he always draws a perfect portrait of himself.” – Brand Whitlock, Belgium: A Personal Narrative
Too late now
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Well, that’s a chilling thought. I will do my best to forget how true it is.
Yeah. Even our lies tell the truth.