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Why is there so much falsity in the world?

Because people prefer falsity to truth, illusion to reality. ⁂ Being the drift of my reflections on the plays I saw at Stratford this summer — King Lear, King John, Man of La Mancha, Alice Through the Looking-Glass, Crazy for You, Hay Fever. ⁂ The Beaux’ Stratagem • Masks, Madness, & … Continue reading

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Why am I writing this question? here? to you?

Why can’t I write the answer? here? for you?

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Why am I afraid of writing what I know?

or in a place where it might be understood? or to a person who might understand it?

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