There
is no more damaging
Admission
than being good
At
lying. Admit to that
And
you'll never be believed
When
telling truth again,
No
matter what truths you tell.
Any
particular lie,
Even
a whole pile of them,
Can
be forgiven,
But
let the truth slip you're good
At
lying for its own sake
And
all the gods will shudder,
Ulysses,
except for one,
Athena
of the strange eyes,
As
fond of you as disguise.
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