The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Ah, mais c’est anglais ça, everything in black and white, everything clear-cut and well defined. But life, it is not like that, Mademoiselle. There are the things that are not yet, but which cast their shadow before.
Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well, but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
