Léo,
I have been rethinking the conversation that we had a year ago, on the first Saturday of October; and your words,
Caroline, when I tell you that I don’t know, it means that I don’t know.
No, when you tell me, “Caroline, when I tell you that I don’t know, it means that I don’t know,” it means you cannot look at your own reflection in the mirror, or simply, that you’re lying…
You know it as well as I do.
Le mensonge n’est pas destiné à être cru, il est destiné à éviter la vérité. -René Villemure
