The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.

True evil is unlikely to receive an invitation from us, so it clothes itself in just enough truth to make itself look appealing and then it looks to unpeel us.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

Their fate rested entirely on me. I could save them by telling the truth. I could destroy them by lying. No one should have that much power.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep,even so I will endure_For already have I suffered full much,and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war.Let this be added to the tale of those.

But they could neither of them persuade me, for there is nothing dearer to a man than his own country and his parents, and however splendid a home he may have in a foreign country, if it be far from father or mother, he does not care about it.