The reason is, I replied, that you attribute some profound meaning to my words; but I am only saying that deception, or being deceived or uninformed about the highest realities in the highest part of themselves, which is the soul, and in that part of them to have and to hold the lie, is what mankind least like;--that, I say, is what they utterly detest.
And, as I was just now remarking, this ignorance in the soul of him who is deceived may be called the true lie; for the lie in words is only a kind of imitation and shadowy image of a previous affection of the soul, not pure unadulterated falsehood.
The true lie is hated not only by the gods, but also by men?
Whereas the lie in words is in certain cases useful and not hateful; in dealing with enemies--that would be an instance; or again, when those whom we call our friends in a fit of madness or illusion are going to do some harm, then it is useful and is a sort of medicine or preventive; also in the tales of mythology, of which we were just now speaking--because we do not know the truth about ancient times, we make falsehood as much like truth as we can, and so turn it to account.
Ye can, with your young eyes, read the small print of the lies from here.
How will it pleasure their relatives to know that lies is wrote over them, and that everybody in the place knows that they be lies?
Don't ye fash about them as lies under ye, or that doesn' lie there either
down," she added crossly, and buried her face in the pillow.
At last, repeating his usual saying, that he could lie naked in the bed with me and not offer me the least injury, he starts out of his bed.
When he was gone, she acquainted the parish officers that there was a lady ready to lie in at her house, but that she knew her husband very well, and gave them, as she pretended, an account of his name, which she called Sir Walter Cleve; telling them he was a very worthy gentleman, and that she would answer for all inquiries, and the like.
It is true, and I have confessed it before, that from the first hour I began to converse with him, I resolved to let him lie with me, if he offered it; but it was because I wanted his help and assistance, and I knew no other way of securing him than that.
After he had eaten he would lie
down on his bed of straw, and Dorothy would lie
beside him and put her head on his soft, shaggy mane, while they talked of their troubles and tried to plan some way to escape.
But no; my troubles never left me for an instant; and there I must lie, pretending that they had
To lie there helpless when Eva was expecting me, that would be the finishing touch.
And there I must lie, with the manhood ebbing Out of me, the manhood that I needed so for the night