Far from being the basis of the good society, the family, with its narrow privacy and tawdry secrets, is the source of all our discontents.
“I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.”
“From lies to forgeries the step is not so long, and I have written technical essays on the logic of forgeries and on the influence of forgeries on history.”