Clarice Lispector: Without Any Warning

04 October 2018



In adolescence, when I triumphantly wrote in my diary that I did not believe in love, that was precisely when I loved most of all. I had no idea how harmful lies could be. I began to lie as a precaution, and because no one warned me about the danger of being wary, I was no longer able to rid myself of the habit of lying. And I told so many lies that I began to lie even to my very lies. And this – I was amazed to discover – was the same as telling the truth. Until I became so degenerate that I would tell the most shameless lies: I was telling the naked truth.

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