“A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.” - 'Auguries of Innocence' - William Blake
I never said the fish was that big, just long enough for your surprise. Yes, the sky did fall down once - though not in ways you've come upon. The art of the little white lie is a Trojan horse disguised to catch your attention. To trick you to pose or question what you'd never otherwise ask. The lie, error or mistake, flips the mind to correction, demanding reparation. It works a treat for advertisers lecturers, presenters, debaters and charlatans. It begs the question, demeans the ask-er, but masters the magician's conjuring tricks of deception. A fool takes the bait, a wise one casts acting the fool.
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