Ministers and carnival barkers, portrait painters, each must take falsehood home at night. Think of the closets!
History, of course, is about prying children. Baby Manfred of Ostrobothnia opens the wardrobe, finds the speech at Clermont scribbled in bird like French, a copy of a copy, but the words of the old Pope still legible: wherever three or more are gathered in my name, I want you to kill the people just beyond the mountains…
Planet of the Blind 