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from a day Remember there the good time when we thought “Reader's digest. Was high literature, the teller of the truth? When I was propagandist luring us with fine words in lies. When we got older we learned and these days even the Guardian follows a political policy skirting the truth. There are the lie and the truth, but convention stops us from telling anyone how it was. I wrote a story of sea life and young men the story was met pith d deadly silence because I used the language of a time gone when a whore was not a sex-worker. People feel offended when met with untarnished truth, write about the green sea and not of mass- murder of old people in Sweden. An editor wrote me a long letter of refusal when to simple words like “ off “would be better and less insulting. But that is the way it is better to be kind than truthful.

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