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How Little We Know Of What There Is To Know.

A Big Lie Is More Plausible Than Truth.

There Are Events Which Are So Great That If A Writer Has Participated In Them His Obligation Is To Write Truly Rather Than Assume The Presumption Of Altering Them With Invention.

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