The parliament were upon their first opening set on to destroy lord Clarendon. Some of his friends went to him a few days before the parliament met; and told him, many were at work to find out matter of accusation against him. He best knew what could be brought against him with any truth; for falsehood was infinite, and could not be guessed at.--From History of his own Times--
A subversive retort to postmodernism: There is but one truth, while falsehoods are infinite.
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My hands are full enough with the truth. Fortunately, I'm not in a position where the myriad of falsehoods that might be out there about me really matter. (Though the falsehood about how dashing my good looks are and what a great lover I am I think I'll leave unchallenged.) I'd like to keep it that way.
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