“How do trite things get to be trite? Why is the truth usually not just un- but anti-interesting? Because ever one of the seminal little mini-epiphanies you have in early AA is always polyesterishly banal, Gately admits to residents” (358).
“How do trite things get to be trite? Why is the truth usually not just un- but anti-interesting? Because ever one of the seminal little mini-epiphanies you have in early AA is always polyesterishly banal, Gately admits to residents” (358).
I like this. My sister is a pathological liar; she lies about anything and everything, no matter how insignificant. And for years my parents have wondered…why?
And the answer is: truth is boring. It’s much more fun to create your own truth, even though it’s, ummm, wrong.