One way of looking at speech is to say that it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.
There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.
falsehood memory recollection truth Memory
I know the place.
It is true.
Everything we do
Corrects the space
Between death and me
I never think of myself as wise. I think of myself as possessing a critical intelligence which I intend to allow to operate.
Critical I I Think Intelligence Intend
Clinton's hands remain incredibly clean, don't they, and Tony Blair's smile remains as wide as ever. I view these guises with profound contempt.
Clean Clinton Contempt Ever Guises
A short piece of work means as much to me as a long piece of work.
Me Means Much Piece Short