If you tell a story, and it means something, if you aren't just spitting out random words, then it's part of you.
I've worn a lot of faces. Some of them were nothing like me - stupid, meek faces. But there was still something true about them. That I was afraid, that was cautious, that I was quiet and patient and brazen enough to lie so vastly in the first place, that was in there.
He spent half his life wearing that face, didn't he? Designed it, thought about it, generated it moment by moment and thought of the things that man would have thought of, used it to get through the world with. Maybe it wasn't as neat as your faces, maybe it wasn't as dear to him, maybe it didn't have a voice of its own.
But just a face - that sounds, to me, a little like a contradiction in terms.
[Maybe there is no straight answer. Maybe the answer is yes.]
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I've worn a lot of faces. Some of them were nothing like me - stupid, meek faces. But there was still something true about them. That I was afraid, that was cautious, that I was quiet and patient and brazen enough to lie so vastly in the first place, that was in there.
He spent half his life wearing that face, didn't he? Designed it, thought about it, generated it moment by moment and thought of the things that man would have thought of, used it to get through the world with. Maybe it wasn't as neat as your faces, maybe it wasn't as dear to him, maybe it didn't have a voice of its own.
But just a face - that sounds, to me, a little like a contradiction in terms.
[Maybe there is no straight answer. Maybe the answer is yes.]