THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO

From The Fall, Camus.

“I know what you’re thinking: it’s very hard to disentangle the true from the false is what I’m saying … You see, a person I knew used to divide human beings into three categories: those who prefer having nothing to hide rather than being obliged to lie, those who prefer lying to have nothing to hide, and finally those who like both lying and the hidden. I’ll let you choose the pigeon-hole that suits me.

But what do I care? Don’t lies eventually lead to the truth? And don’t all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don’t they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and of what I am?  Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.”