“His mistake was, however, quite pardonable, for the truth, even if it is inevitable, is not always conceivable as a whole. People who learn some accurate detail of another person’s life at once deduce consequences which are not accurate, and see the newly discovered fact an explanation of things that have no connexion (sic) whatsoever.” Marcel Proust, “The Captive”
I read this and cannot help but sit and reflect and wonder how often – if ever – we really know the whole truth. And it seems to me that the ability to recognize this fact (as compared to the habit of saying something repeatedly and with greater volume hence making it “true”), may serve one well.
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