Sometimes I — accustomed as I am to the little lies I and others tell — have a longing for sincerity that brings me to tears. I feel smothered by all the little compromises my life is made of and it makes me want to fight back — uselessly, foolishly — by telling once and for all the truth, the whole truth, holding nothing back, indifferent to whatever might happen next.
Mihail Sebastian, Women (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)







